Nice review but the “Page plays his pretty solo” is unnecessarily glib. Almost sounds dismissive towards what I find to be a perfect finish for a beautifully played second set. As the band further develops their shows around 3.0 material, style and song wise, those earlier ‘classics’, if you will, become slightly more revered and can really ground a show back to the original roots of the band. As is the case here. Squirming Coil played and sung with emotional conviction and with added placement as an encore, the conjured effect was complete. Immediately took me back to being 18 years old, sitting in a park with a Sony Walkman, listening to Lawn Boy on a wavering cassette tape, just getting started in the adventures that were beginning to open in my life...