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Reviews: Phish Kicks Out The Jams in Burgettstown [Post-Gazette]

In “When the Circus Comes,” the irony was a little too much to bear: a band from Burlington, Vt. playing heavily unnatural, digitally processed reggae into sharp jazz chords and Latin punch, then back into a drowsy ballad — a trite elegy of life on the road — all of which repeats another four times. “Circus’ ” possible redemption came from Anastasio’s hint of being repulsed like Frankenstein by his band’s notoriously monstrous fan base, not least of all in the lyric about “the day [he] burned the whole place down.”