Delves into a knotty space out of the verses at Mike's urging, then Page takes the reins and he and Trey bring in a cavalcade of spacey effects and the jam gets foggier and fuzzier, Fishman hanging back and adding color rather than driving the proceedings.

Resolves into an almost calypso-style space, with some dissonant and atonal playing from Trey, then slides into an upbeat zone that Trey and Page briefly sing "Party Time" vocals over. The band builds to a pretty sweet peak, we get some more "Party Time" vocals for funsies, then > into "Velvet Sea". A strong jam from a killer set.