The thing with Lemonwheel, Oswego, Cypress, IT and Coventry is the same as 98-04 in general.

When the band is getting as spacey as those years are thought of (often pejoratively) as being, they're fucking wonderful.

When they get into something spritely and melodic and rhythmic all at once, it's great.

But much more often, it's this Hawkwind-ish permashred dominating the proceedings.

And my love for that kind of thing waxes and wanes. It's been somewhere between New Moon & Crescent for the last few years, but this time next year I might adore a 15 minute guitar solo in Piper again.