Drops from an empty cob-webbed attic through a revolving Echoplex multiverse trap-door into a merry go round of incandescence.

[Trey dials in his gnarliest, grittiest "2.0"-era tone, and employs his favorite "3.0"-era toy to multiplex ghoulish echoes over the early parts of this "Ghost" jam, as Fish pushes the pace into a trance-like state. Trey's trills and Fish's fills take hold and bump things up a step and the jam slides seamlessly into major mode bliss, where Page's piano shines brightly and Mike's fluid bass lines just won't quit.]