Wanted to jump on to sing the praises of this first set. I'm working through some later Fall shows (which as many others have echoed before me, represents a clear high water mark that even Fall '97 can't surpass).

A third song Bowie means somebody came to play. And play they do, veering down the same dark twisted path that signals most of the hallowed jams from this tour. No bars or measures are wasted here; Trey lets Page lead from the get go and Fish's huge drum sound (the real reason Fall 95 is what it is) propels everything into seam-burstingness.

The tension and release game is on point, and all the mini-crescendos and peaks are coiled and explosive. So much power and control, the deftness like a boxer whose grace belies a mortal punch.

The Wolfman's is also of note: it's a clear precursor to the coming funk styles of '96 and '97. Trey uses wah'd chording and Pages clav washes to take this one cake walking into town, super bad and full of sick solos taboot. A must hear for WB fans.