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Review by User_90838_
All I know, is that when they come, it'll be on pillow jets of motherfucking sound. I hear a lot of mixed opinions about this song and Evolve in general (I myself am a 3.0 follower). Sorry, but this is THE best, newest Evil Phish vehicle. This show solidified that.
Nothing on Evolve gets as swampy as PJs. Remember to lace up your jam boots folks. This one got into some dirty Stanley Kubrick type shit. Like wearing a velvet tuxedo with Timbs. I feel like we were being told something important, but we are too dumb to realise what they were saying.
Apart from that, the show was an absolute unit. A shithouse made of golden bricks. Sorry, I'm not too good at specifics and data and numbers and dates and comparisons and stuff. That stuff is cool, but it really doesn't matter all that much because we just witnessed this show.
Remember, sometimes you gotta fight fire with fire. Evil Phish takes us into the darkness, so we can better see the light.
Of sound. OF FUCKING SOUND.