A solid, sweet rocker. Seems like MHUT had matured in '72 by this point to the stand-alone anchor that it remained until the end.

The total package, with everything this song was meant to have: Sadness, menace, self-consciousness, braggadocio, regret. A beautiful performance.

Hot steam. Starting around 5:30 Jerry blisters the world with fire.

Levels all a bit off, AUD a bit murky, but damned if this isn't the most glorious ensemble yowp this song can be. Joyous and loving: It's all there.

Brilliant, crisp ideas and tight ensemble playing on a warm Bear AUD. Just exactly perfect.

The Billy/Bobby interplay is clear - and beautiful - in the mix, which is a rare treasure. It reminds me of being at shows and being able to focus (when focus was even possible) on different combinations of the boys at play, depending on where you were in the audiospace. This isn't the most polished or most experimental version you'll hear. It isn't even the most well-played. It is,however, bursting with creative synchronicity and it quite simply doesn't resemble any that went before it. PiTB is a study in the Dead's evolution, and within one year it went from the weirdly apocalyptic psychedelic jam "The Main Ten" to a twangy country warble with its off-kilter meter and explosive energy. Within another year we arrive at Veneta and PiTB is there with Dark Star as one of their vehicles for interdimensional exploration. This one stands at one of the junctures.

Right on, unstrucksound, glad you dug it!

Little known fact: Phil has twenty fingers. Evidence? This song.

Good goddamned hot, this one. So much energy, they're just giving giving and giving.

Sure thing, Deadhoe69, but here it's uptempo, fresh, and pushing forward. Later ones don't (for me) have that essential pulse as the earlier ones. And Jer's vocals here push it forward with meaning and soul. There's a pulse here that sometimes I lose in the later ones. He's right, this is a good call. You'll love it. I do.