This show will be maligned, I'm sure, for its lack of big jams. And perhaps rightly so. If you're hunting for them, they're not to be found around these parts.

But that would be to sell short the jams that are here, tucked away in hidden corners. The science fiction boogie of Everything's Right, the song-tucked-in-a-jam pairing of Light and Plasma (of course), and the mind-shredding note Trey holds and then shatters like breaking glass over the crowd at the peak of 46 Days.

And also to sell short its strange, almost vaudeville like quality, that maybe brings back some Spring '93 feels, with its break-neck run through all corners of the catalog. Fitting to end with a barbershop number, and one that ties back into the previous 46 Days, completing this smoothie blender of a show.

Change has come to Phish, at least for the current season. This show will likely be as divisive as the year itself in microcosm.