This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
These Georgia-rock jam-masters say this seventh album is their tightest, most commercial record yet.
Of course, tight is a relative term — in this case, it means most songs have been kept under the six-minute mark. So Widespread Panic fans need not, um, panic; there’s still plenty of cosmic elbow-room for these southern-fried wonks — sort of a cross between Dixie Dregs, Phish and a diet Allman Brothers Band — to stretch out and noodle like Catelli. Still, there’s no denying that you can pick out verses, catchy choruses and even the odd nod to the ’90s, like (gasp!) scratching, so hey, you gotta give ’em points for trying to stay current and acessible. Heck, if they get any more commercial, somebody might actually play one of their songs on the radio …
