![]() By now fans seemed to look at each other with that look of “its fucking on now” and the band wasted no time responding accordingly. The way he has woven the lasers into the rest of his amazing production is truly breathtaking and this Red Rocks show was one of his absolute best. It can’t be understated what a HUGE part of the show the lights are for TDB and LD Johnny R Goode is one of the best in the business. With the sun gone, darkness set in and the lasers that have become synonymous with the band’s aesthetic made their first appearance of the night. The jam out of “Ball” got things back on track and, as the light finally started to give way to the darkness, the band, almost like a vampire sensing those final beams of sunlight had disappeared, locked back in and dropped into the ending of “Bernstein and Chasnoff” almost out of nowhere. While I wouldn’t trade my experiences seeing this band for anything, seeing as many shows as I have has trained my ear to the flawlessness this band is capable of, so flubs and speed bumps like this one surely stand out more to folks like me than most in the crowd. “Crystal Ball” is one of my favorites but things slipped off the tracks a bit to the chagrin of many in the audience. As the “Humu” seemed to fade, the band slammed into another inversion (this is when they jam into the ending of a song first then head into the beginning of the song). The island rhythms continued to keep booties shaking and smiles glowing as the band seemed to have finally found the footing they needed to deliver what the crowd hoped would be their best Red Rocks show to date. Things started to click more and more as the band continued to head into “Great Abyss” territory before faking out everyone in the crowd and segueing into an inverted version of “Humuhumunukukuapua’a,” another tropical sounding number well suited for the dwindling moments of daytime we were in. Not to say the band wasn’t playing well, they definitely were, but things had yet to reach Maximum Biscocity levels. Whether it was the sunlight, the band adjusting to moving from a small theater like The Ogden to the vastness of Red Rocks, or the now four nights of raging that was polluting my brain, things just weren’t firing on all cylinders yet. As things gained steam and built-up into what sounded like a monster “Great Abyss,” things seemed a bit off. Wasting no time, they got right into the trancefusion sound that has made them pioneers and godfathers of the jamtronica movement. “Little Shimmy In A Conga Line” (shout out to my boy Dan for calling this one and the “Floodlights” opener from night 1) plays exactly how it sounds and the pulsing salsa vibe had the entire crowd shaking their hips from the first notes. I am sure the band is aware of this sentiment and they did a great job of starting things off with some tropical tunes that are more suited than others for the last hour or so of daylight we were dancing in when they hit the stage. There is just something about their music that is best suited for the dark and dank clubs or being surrounded by lasers under the stars. The Disco Biscuits: I’ve always struggled to really get into daytime Biscuit sets. ![]() This year they played it straight and served up two sets of straight up, unadulterated Biscuits and turned in what most will agree was their best Red Rocks performance yet. ![]() In years past, the band has attempted to make their Red Rocks performances special by adding gimmicks like dancers, pyro, and other things that just never seemed to click. To add to that, the Biscuits have been playing as well as they have in years so those in attendance were ready for the band to finally deliver their Red Rocks masterpiece. After what has seemed like decades of being plagued by the worst weather imaginable, the stars finally seemed to align for the Philadelphia based (can we even say this anymore?) quartet while the fans and band were treated to what was a flawless night on The Rocks. It’s become a joke within the band that as Pete Shapiro has his rainbow making machine while TDB has their storm maker. Unfortunately for The Disco Biscuits they seem to be followed by cold, rain, snow, or any other number of weather issues that would discourage just about any other band from ever leaving the house. The Scene: Nothing is quite as magical as Red Rocks on a perfect Summer’s Night.
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