Phish — Farmhouse

Praise be to God, there is still a Grateful Dead-type band on earth. Relying on long, winding guitar solos and just-loud-enough-to-please-the-parents music, there still should be a band around that exemplifies the art of jamming. There's not a real structure to this album, no obvious hooks or catchy singles. It's just a complete experience that you can only truly understand through attending one of their live concerts. Still, it's an aquired taste. As far as grooving to this type of white funk... um, no. I'll take a raincheck on dancing naked in the rain and wearing flannel and tie-died shirts that say "Love The Earth."