In the Chinese I Ching, or Book of Changes, Hexagram 23 represents disintegration, or a pulling apart, which describes the strange beauty of this show's second set as well as anything.

Every song is off, yet every song is magical. When the Golden Age jam dissolves into fragments like paper in the sea it seems predestined, as though the ship were already heading towards the rocks somewhere in the middle of the Simple. A swirling ambience lurks underneath and pulls at the edges, frays the corners of the entire set, turning even the BOTT Lovecraftian.

It's sets like these, where a larger musical statement is made, where a larger aesthetic warps and bends the individual songs and jams to its own purpose, that lead me to believe that they're as good right now as they ever were.

In retrospect, the second stanza of the closing Passing Through feels like meta-commentary on the set itself:

Sonic sea vibrations
Passing over you
Let go forever