For all those phans who believe 1992 to be completely inessential Phish - I'm looking at you, @waxbanks - this is the ONLY show you'll need to hear to change your mind.

All four 'big jam' songs - Reba, Tweezer, SOAMelt, and YEM - are absolutely destroyed, with the incredible 15-minute shapeshifting light/dark flow of Tweezer and the 'Davy Crocket'-infused YEM as clear highlights. Reba has a tightness and focus to the jam that left my jaw hanging open.

These are bookended by many technically complex pieces like Foam, ATR, and Guelah, all flawlessly executed in typical '92 fashion. Fans of the late '90s might find themselves flabbergasted by how fast Trey's fingers seem to move around the fretboard.

You know how people talk about Fall '96 as the proto-funk period, where you can hear the prenatal sounds and instincts and atmosphere of 1997 start to creep into the music? Well, this show is proto-'93. You get a whiff the zany energy that would later realize itself in shows like the Murat and Tinley Park the following year.

Great sound on the spreadsheet SBD, taboot.