A party in Hampton, full of alternately endearing and insufferable covers and goofy juxtapositions (e.g. Ha Ha Ha from Free). When the band started semiseriously covering stupid modern pop/rock songs you knew some switch had been flipped somewhere. Your Phish collection technically isn't complete without a copy of the perfectly-titled 'Hampton Comes Alive,' but that release is only a snapshot of a celebration: shows you where you've been without telling you who you were. With the benefit of hindsight (and plenty of exploratory 1999 shows) you can pass on this one without guilt.