, attached to 2022-08-05

Review by nesta

nesta … And Icculus said “Let there be PHiSH on the beach”, and there was PHiSH on the beach. And Icculcus saw that PHiSH on the beach was good, real phucking good!

A Tad (shout out to Cautious) after 8pm, PHiSH hit the stage and blasted the riff to Chalkdust into the earholes of 30,000+ along the Atlantic City shoreline. Great call Uncle Trey. Next, this show finds its drive, for when the crowd “Woo”s instead of “Wilson”s, Trey has to step back and pause the collective. Again…. ”Duh-Dah, Duh-Dah”, I believe, Big Red realized too many in attendance did not read the book. A homily was needed, and a cost required for that infernal display of ignorance towards Icculus.

Trey calls Sand, the heavens align, the universe is right and true, solos were melodic and absolute, and by the end of Plasma>Theme>BOTT, the truth was revealed, our souls power washed, and the tabernacle erected. Tonight, there will be a sacrament performed for the righteous. With weapons drawn, Sigma Oasis happens; the first clash in the conflict over insolence. A few minutes into the jam, Page starts these little runs, moments later, the train has lost all brakes, the assault is upon us, the fever increases, until soaring above it all, swoops T-bird. Next, Fishman kicks in his double-timing cymbal beat and before we realize it we have bitten the forbidden apple, the quartet shudders through some sinful tempo changes and slides into Cities, real smooth like a dream, quick run through, ending with More, which by this point, I was loving. Prescience?
Now the sacrifice.
Set two was a coalescing of fates, Axilla Part II> Soul Planet> Down with Disease> Ruby Waves> Down with Disease Reprise> Ghost> Harry Hood’s destinies; violent, magnificent, lechatelierite fusing ethereal compounds into an 82-minute gemstone, which was used to banish the oblivious. (S2+E=100, longest of the tour tied with Mann1 and Hartford).
Don’t shine that thing in my face, man. The musicality of Soul Planet makes me smile, not a note from here to the end was wasted. Our heroes pounce and weave around a hypnotic sonic spell, as they grasp carefree melodies to add to their arsenal. Fishman hits the “Yeah” around 7 minutes and the second attack commences, no brakes, and all bliss. The 12-minute mark, a furious pummeling, but to who? The breakdown leads into a drilling of a Disease. Evil angels and innocent demons, kisses and punches, indica and sativa, reaper peppers and cool whip, we’re guzzling a thick milkshake of quicksand. Those foolish enough to not surrender to the flow, sink! PHiSH slays the opulent, inconsiderate masses. All this punishment stains the beach. Ruby Waves is the price paid by the naïve, with three all white peaks from CK5 the struggle is brilliant. Warriors receive the strength and rare Disease Reprise as remedy. After a minute of transition, Ghost calls the souls of those powerful enough to hold on for the resurrection: this ethereal transportation, each musical sense had vivid rhythmic flow. A unique Hood intro and the dream begins, persisting through the encore of Sleeping Monkey. A validation and acknowledgement of victory, as they jam Free for those who survived the confrontation. We indeed are free! Free indeed!
My crew started with 6, at the end, Doug and I looked around and it twas just us two, picking up trash, he said “What the phuck just happened? … And where’s my wife?”


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