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Review by Rick_like_an_Antelope
They had the entire audience in rapt attention. Over and over throughout the set, they went to near silence. Carini quickly and smoothly sequed into the quietest Tweezer I've ever heard. (The "Uncle Ebenezer" part was pin drop quiet) Trey and Mike had this quiet stand alone duet staring at each other. Then they went to My Friend. It seemed like it was going to be very songy, and not jammy. That was true. We were watching them discover/choose the direction of subtle interplay among themselves as the path of the show.
The Roggae was incredible. It was a straight forward type I Roggae, and it was incredible. Quiet, introspective, detailed and magnificent. The set closing Slave was more of the same. More of this pin drop quiet awesomeness.
And Mike was driving. He is the greatest rock and roll bass player on the planet.
It was like seeing this band I'm so familiar with, just exude the confidence to not have to be a powerful space shuttle launch to be great on stage.
I have never seen them do a second set like that. The dichotomy of Shoreline to LA is mind boggling.
I cannot wait for Magnaball / Dick's.