Total
jammin' brodown or no, Phish's two-DVD Walnut Creek, recorded in July
1997, stays focused on the music. Five cameras, almost exclusively
trained on the earnestly pretentious Vermont foursome, plus a poppingly
mixed soundtrack make for (mostly) caveat-free hippie goodness. Even in
digital fidelity, Phish is—by its standards—flawless.
Guitarist Trey
Anastasio's brash technicality enthralls on dark fusion ("Stash"), the
band's faces unsullied by the hard partying that soon began with equal
earnestness. Shots linger on every member as they run confidently
through then-new numbers ("Vultures," "Bye Bye Foot") and execute on
the improv, swaggering into long space-psych pockets on "Down with
Disease" and later running gracefully through the Mixolydian circles of
"Simple." Filled with small moments—like keyboardist Page McConnell
singing quietly with a drum fill on "Taste" before looking up,
startled, as unseen lightning crackles in the distance—Walnut Creek
disproves nothing to civilians, but jams anyway.
Amber Papini just arrived home to her Brooklyn apartment, finally unwinding with a bottle of water and handful of vitamins—after a long day of teaching second graders. Her soft, almost mousey, voice is a tad strained, as if this school day might have been an eventful one. more
For Fans of: Belle & Sebastian, Tennis, Vampire Weekend
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