No mere landing pad.

After winding its way "in" from the remnants of a huge "YEM," the band completely divorces itself from former sounds to create yet another remarkable sonic space. Breaking quickly from the song, the jam is very much of itself and perhaps, at least initially, rich with a bit more by way of those welcome Santana over- and undertones. But then. Listen in. The jamming, if not quixotic, has something of an exotic, offbeat, hushed and admirable atonal quality. And then. Keep processing. Thanks in large part to Page, everything is something else completely. Quirky. But not quite. For Trey keeps working a number of warm melodies before play becomes pleasantly droning and noisy with Trey then screwing this heavy morass into "Twist's" signature riff.