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Review by Looking_For_Owls
The absolutely mind-bending fuckery that went down in the 3rd set should’ve come with a warning that any psychological damage as a result of what you’re about to witness is on you if you choose to stick around…
What they achieved with the light projections, both onto and from behind these flowing ribbons was nothing short of magical. It was like they said, “What Sphere? We don’t need no stinking sphere to show you something the likes of which you’ve never seen.”
And this all without mentioning the raging 2 sets of psychedelic madness that left every head in place a melted puddle of goo by the end.
I’ve been seeing this band since ‘95, all the fests through Cypress, many classic shows, and this will stand up as one for the fucking ages. Nuff said.