Breezy, tasty, bright and snappin'. The guys in fine form.

Whopping marimba-laden, a hot, and wobbly excursion into '84 Space. Luxuriantly gorgeous though threatening.

Coming out of truckin' and the other one. A gorgeous clear rendition.

Seamless, same BPM basically transition from uncle john into a firey, strapped-in for launch PITB, (then Drumsspace) Top 80's form

Burning gig in Foxboro Mass, powerful 80's rendition of UJB.

A resplendent, muralistic masterpiece. the garbled, submerged revery of a particularly listless mood of Hunter’s lyric flickers in flashes from Jerry’s prior and future selves resounding through the stadium. autobahn jam that brings the modal funk to an altogether different, more minimalist and tranquil place than the modal angst and sometimes discordant, jaggedly dense rhythmic palettes from devils and others. Think 80s. No, this is meant to be as one with itself. A sky passes through its daily course with seasons worth of stars forming trines, transits returns and yods, never contradicting itself, unfoloding with the gasping obviousness of a baby’s breath and total acceptance and love. Darkness be banished.The fire here is a Tolstoy unto itself, just crazy good. big man twirls the constellations and bends the forest with that handsome breakneck grace. And lol dont worry theres enough midi to soundtrack an irreverent japanese action rpg. Seattle love

5th percentile slow and popping and sizzling with threatening yet absurd energy!

rippling with majesty. love what bobby brings to this one

kind as fuck

amazing version. screaming jerry lead work