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Review by HighClassWook
So they come on, and open with Moma Dance, and go into Rift (a first for me!) At this point I figured this show would be lots of fun. They played Roggae and Sparkle, two songs I never thought I'd catch. I didn't recognize The Line or 555, but Stash fucking rocked. During the jam, CK5 did some crazy things with the lights, and let me tell you, I (and my friend) were entranced by it.
Now, Walls of the Cave was a shredder. It just rocked really really hard.
The 2nd set was something really special. It started with a small little 1 minute 'jam', ending with Trey saying "we wrote that!" Then, they moved into Disease, which quickly moves into full-on Type II weirdness. More amazingly, however, it comes back to Disease. Then, they do Carini, which had some crazy glowstick throwing going down, amazing lights, and it ended with a perfectly placed set of 'woo's'. Waves, a song I called for the 2nd set, showed up, and went into Twist, both of which didn't go amazingly deep (after the Disease > Carini I don't think we really needed it). Golgi is interesting because I thought it was at least 6 min long, turned out to not even be 5 (also I kept hearing the chorus as "I SAW YOU! With a chicken sub in your hand!"). A really sick Bowie closed out the set. At this point most people were trying to find where their faces were, but they either melted together with everyone else's, or were stuck to the dried beer on the floor. Possum, as always, was high-energy. A perfect closer for what was essentially a perfect show.
My friend loved it, had a great time. The only downside to this show is that I have no damn clue how they'll top it tonight or tomorrow.