, attached to 1993-04-09

Review by TheEmu

TheEmu The first set is mostly average, and a little shaky in spots, namely Stash and SITM. Trey is also pretty out of tune during the start of Divided Sky, but he tunes up when they hit the quiet section, and then this Divided Sky flexes its muscles a bit. The second set is where this one picks up its game. I first have to mention that, during Suzy, one of the guys "sings" the flourish that is played when they do it with horns, which I loved because I often do the same thing when listening to Suzy (a tune that I think is so much more fun with horns). I also have to commend them on a solid rendition of All Thing Reconsidered, a difficult tune to execute. This is followed by a totally cracked-out Llama, and though Mound is a bit shaky, My Friend My Friend features an unusual ending with kind of a bluesy-swing backing from Page and a bunch of vocal shenanigans. This sets the stage for an excellent YEM that includes a full-on silent jam, a Groove is in the Heart B&D segment, and a vocal jam that blends beautiful harmonies with YEM wackiness and a salute to Mr. Cookie Head. Outstanding! What else? How about a nutty MSO back to back with its intro-doppelganger BBJ (including Auld Lang Syne tease, no less) and an always fun Love You with band introductions (including, "on stage left, for no reason at all, Mr. Bradley Sands" and a vacuum-aided Iron Man quote). I mean, what else do you want? A Possum? Trey?

"Oh, fuckin' A. You talked me into it."

Well, that ought to hold ya. A solid, groovy, wacky, fun second set that puts this easily at 4 stars, IMHO.

Not viscous or malicious, just de-lovely and delicious!


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