Friend of the Devil
Jan. 11, 1979
Nassau Coliseum
Oh my freaking lord. As long as the "post-hiatus" version, so to speak, of friend doesn't scare ya, how about 10 minutes of simmering crock-pot harmonies and pent up rage? Feels like dead on codeine syrup, or perhaps in the crevice of other journey experiences (prticlr lysergically), a curlicuing '79 versh. Impeccable. It's a hot jerry night and he's ramping up the soul in the atmosphere of the evening, which the Dead set as a brusk and bold painter casts the backdrop of a sumptuous ballet. the AUD is sick too, deep thick fukin cassette bass tone
