A supreme version of the song, proper.

Early, while chill, everything is ultra crisp, with singular notes, from all, landing like uppercuts. Around 6:40 there is a somewhat familiar shift, patterned play offset by acoustic Page and terrific Fish. A cool sonic surge arrives around 9:50, music just dripping with Mike beneath a series of echoes which, via extended Trey soloing, gels to inform "Plasma's" righteous riff.