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Review by bostonron
The song begins in normal Hood fashion. Fun interplay but nothing out of the ordinary for a '95 Hood. It is a flawless Hood throughout the first few sections. The band is tight leading up to the jam.
As soon as the band slides into the Hood jam you know this will be special. Right from the start Page takes the lead and a gorgeous, mellow piano driven jam develops around Mike and Fishs classic Hood groove. Trey lays way back and provides delicate strumming behind Pages beautiful playing. The jam develops, slowly in intensity. Building mine crescents that roll over on themselves like waves breaking on the beach. We ride this singular wave for almost three minutes before Trey comes in building a wall of sound ever so delicately.
Trey comes in strong a little over half the jam, develops a building theme which falls into yet another delicate section of the jam. Does not last long as Trey continues to push the jam forward. Building on gained momentum, he builds the jam to a frenzy, and when you think a classic Hood explosion is coming, he continues to build until you just can't handle it anymore. The jam crashes through a momentary wall of sound eventually settling on a warp speed Hood ending coda. Trey shines here. Classic arena rock star Trey. Emotional note bends, machine gun Trey taking the band to the limits and back. There are two instances where the band capture pure energy and thrust it on the crowd. The final two Hood peaks here compliment a journey through all that feels good about Hood.
The perfect Hood, IMO.