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Review by Coleman_
The entire show was on-point and I guess people are more into reviewing it as the sum of its parts rather than breaking it down piece by piece. Surely the boys seemed to have rebounded from the uneven flow present in prior weeks' setlists that evoked so much online griping. Aside from the sweet, sweet electro-funk Meat, Hartford may not have seen contenders for best-version-ever as we saw in SPAC's Moma or CDT, but you'd be a fool not to consider the YEM or Disease noteworthy!
The first-set YEM starts out strong, coming straight out of a rip-roaring Julius that everyone thought would end the superb first set. The jams are solid and then begins a laser disco dance party with Big Red on the Marima at around the 12 minute mark - it is some serious next-level shit! Cactus and Leo hold it down on each other's instruments (when Page stands up, we get down) all the way into the pseudo-stop-start jam that begins at around 14 minutes. From there on out, it's nothing but percussive madness and laughs as we break down into a thankfully concise vocal jam before setbreak.
Then, emboldened by a dope closer, the boys saunter back on stage with a ripping Disease. Say what you will, but I will never get tired of a Disease set-opener. This one nearly hits the twenty minute mark, exceeding the YEM in length for all the time-snobs out there, and it stays Type 1 for a good portion of the beginning of the jam. Then, we take a turn down the dark path and Fishman shows no signs of slowing down. He probably wins MVP of this jam, but Trey nonetheless kills it. We enter an introspective dark space for a bit in the third quarter of this beast before rock star Trey decides to throw the fuck down for the final three minutes before going into a short but sweet Sand.
Easily one of the top shows I've been to, and hands down the best show of tour so far, there's a lot to be said about Hartford '16, but I hope I've stated my case for the "Noteworthiness" of the YEM and Disease, two fan-favorites that finally quelled all the internet bitching that we've seen in forums up to this point in the tour. And if that wasn't enough, the boys threw in some Gamehendge for everyone that's been chasing those tunes, as well.