With more lives than a cat, this "Ghost" showcases what's so fun and great about Summer 21.

While jams are often considered "soupy," here the band simmers, producing play that cooks to a slow boil. Dark and intense, the band uses space as a canvas, splashing their patterned, space-age, electro rock, with all four contributing in equal measure before Trey, in Jedi-fashion, stumbles upon one of his most thrilling lines - if you don't know the one, listen - which Pages hears, seizes, and owns. This informs a tremendous run and one of the Phishiest segues (-> "Gin") in some time. Must. Listen.