Soundcheck: The Well (played multiple times; this soundcheck may be incomplete)
SET 1: Runaway Jim, Foam, Set Your Soul Free > Fluffhead > Everything's Right > Esther > Golgi Apparatus
SET 2: Rift > Tweezer -> Golden Age > I Always Wanted It This Way > Tweezer > Harry Hood
ENCORE: A Life Beyond The Dream > Tweezer Reprise > Big Black Furry Creature from Mars
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Review by Phishiscool
That being said, if this show didn't move the needle for you, either on your couch, or bouncing off of me in the pit, you should re-evaluate why you go to this website.
Like most non robots who were at Friday's show, I figured to myself "this was a monster second set....". And maybe it was. Yea actually it was. But not like tonight.
Set one, strong obscure opening Jim. Tone immediately set. Foam, reassured said tone. The band is tight. Sysf, Fluffhead, Everything's right, Esther, and Golgi all did what they were intended to do. Great set.
Rift as a second set song, let alone as the gosh darn opener, seemed puzzling. Tight as a drum, they cruised through the opener and in to what was an absolute bloodbath of a Tweezer. I can only speak to what I observed, but those around me on the cactus side of life agreed that what we witnessed was masterful. Violent, funky, soulful, violent again, all bleeding into an always welcomed golden age.
A rather mellow (compared to the shit storm we just witnessed) golden age lifted the entire crowd into a space of pure bliss. The boys were really cooking. Page got the nod, and I always wanted it this way delivered. Space funk, pew pew pews, and another draw dropping ride.
The boys seamlessly 'stumbled' back into Tweezer, reminding those still on their feet that this was still no safe space. The space battle ended, and the rat a tat tat from the lord of percussion signaled we were soon to be good about hood.
Hood was A+
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An encore ensued, providing us a much needed breather in life beyond a dream. This song continues to grow on me. It's not my first choice for this slot, but that's way above my pay grade.
Reprise came and passed. We all prepared our fairwells, nodded to our fellow troops that tonight was quite the night. The boys were tight, yet loose. What a show.
Oh, yea almost forgot. While we all hugged it out, bummed cigs, and searched the ground for our waters and tubes, we were viciously assaulted by big black furry creatures from Mars. Fine.
The production value of these shows rival anything on earth. But man, when they play a smoker of a show like tonight, it's hard to imagine why I haven't sold everything I own to see every show on tour.
We really stole one tonight