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Review by Type2Tapers
Highlights would have to include Timber (Jerry), a sick ass Moma Dance, and a filthy It's Ice, similarly focusing on the heady jams within the opener and closer songs. A sinister shred indeed.
Aisle opened up for set two, which always good so you can spread out and tap into that place. That place, you know what I'm talking about! Phatty Chalkdust (15 min) --> massive Tweezer (19 min) > The Lizards caused three heart attacks in the first ten rows. And by the time Ghost was hitting home, all faces were melted to the concrete floor and cleanup wouldn't even begin for another hour (at least).
I have a real time analyzer on my phone and whipped out the dB meter twice during the show, once at the end of Gin and again at the end of Tweez Reprise. Set one closer read 141 dB, pushing 142.3; set two 142 dB, pushing 143.6... Now keep in mind my iPhone may have inaccurately calculated by 30 dB or so (because it's a phone), but I thought this observation deserved a paragraph of its own...
I'll conclude these thoughts with a compliment of the venue: The grounds were rolling, exquisite. And a pleasant staff always increases the chances of a faithful return, money in hand. The shed itself has kind of an obelisk shape to it, increasing the chance of headyness and possible take off by at least 200%. All in all, a scorcher of a shed show, a down home Midwest show, and a deliverance of cataclysmic music of biblical proportion to thousands of joyous Phriends and Phamilies. And as Matt Dog has stated: "The shed is dope, but we're going to need a bigger boat.."