Taking the set 2 anchor spot in only its second Phish outing, Trey's new Tom penned piece is a study in contrasts.

Bluebirds and shimmering piano work give way to manic screams and a multipart jam that samples the water at multiple depths. Dipping first into jagged play and thick snarl, then lifting into plucky staccato melodies that lead to a vocal reprise and false ending before dropping the bucket for another load of muck and an absolutely disgusting peak. Fish wants more.