I am here in defense of this Hood. While it is by no means exploratory, it IS a fucking powerhouse display of the band when they are LOCKED IN to peaking the fucking shit out of a straightforward jam. Page and Trey seem to be sharing a brain that crescendos to a peak of pure (yet unrestrained) bliss and then they peak it twice more for good measure in almost '94-esque fashion. Listen to this with some headphones on and tell me this doesn't deserve to be called 'noteworthy".