Many of the jams from the tour to date have featured a section or two of laconic, almost dream-like playing, akin to the relaxed egolessness previously relegated in the modern era to soundchecks. The jams from this show are no exception.

This Disease will likely be overlooked, if only for the prevalence of great DWDs lately (such as Dayton), but it shouldn't be. The aforementioned dreaminess borders on the spooky here, with foreboding lines from Mike and fearful ambience from Page. Trey eventually layers over a dark theme, and MSG is treated to a walk through the edges of Mirkwood.

I've already heard the ending section described as a bliss jam, and I've got to say I disagree. It's a triumphant jam, and moreover, a statement of intent. This is the band trying on the outfit of residence/Vegas act and discovering they like the fit. Love it or hate it, welcome to the likely future of Phish.