I know I’ll probably get roasted for this, but hey—that’s just, like, my opinion, man.

The energy in the first set was a total roller coaster. “McGrupp” and “The Events”? Absolutely dialed in—definite highlights. But the rest? Kinda felt like filler, to be honest.
And I’ve gotta say it: I’m just not feeling a lot of Trey’s newer material. Yeah, some of the songs are pretty, sure—but they’re not the kind of tunes I come to a Phish show to boogie to. These newer Trey Band crossovers feel like a shift away from the wild, layered jams we grew up on and into something simpler… maybe too simple. Dare I say it—boring.

And let’s not dance around it: Trey’s voice has never exactly been the band’s secret weapon. So when he leans into these slow ballads, it really puts a spotlight on… well, let’s call it what it is—not his strength.

Then we hit “Pillow Jets” in the middle of the second set. And man… just no. It’s already hotter than a camel’s backside in that indoor sweat lodge, we’re packed in with no room to move—and that’s when you bust out a sleepy slow-burner time for a bathroom break in the middle of the 2nd set, come on....

I mean, I get it—Trey’s gotta follow his muse, and that’s cool. Do your thing. But when I show up for Phish, I’m hoping for a dance party, “Pillow Jets” just drained the whole vibe for me. Total setlist speed bump.

Anyway, that’s my take. If you loved, it? Right on man, but if not, sorry man! We always have the Sunday Show!