The Squirming Coil - Phish (1990)
There are many who would say that Phish is a band you have to see live to truly get. Some would even say that their albums are mere familiarity tools, used by the band to let there audience know what songs will be played on tour. To these people, I say," Well, obviously you've never spent much time with Billy Breathes, Story Of A Ghost or Lawn Boy, three of the best albums I've ever heard!". It seems most Phish detractors can't even come up with a song title, let alone an album that drives their hate. So, for all out there reading this who have never completely given this band a chance, and instead been turned off by the term "Jam Band" or the smell of Patchouli, I say listen to this opening cut from the aforementioned Lawn Boy, and honestly say you're not intrigued....go on, I dare ya. Listen to that Page McConnell piano solo in the middle break, and feel the wave of joy that erupts in your spine every time the chorus starts up again. Hell, admire the lyrics, which are some of Tom Marshall's finest. And Trey, oh sweet, talented Trey. Mindless noodling, this is not. Modern Prog at its finest, it most certainly is!