Alpha jam-band Phish hasn’t released new material since 2009’s highly forgettable Joy, but then it’s not about the albums with Phish. It’s about the live experience, brah. It’s about selling enough Sammy Smiths in the parking lot to make it to the next show, brah. It’s about that tasty “guyute” tease during “Harry Hood,” brah. I kid; I kid because I love. Nostalgia for my teenage years goes a long way, and I will enjoy the shit out of this show, no matter what (though I wouldn’t be opposed to them cutting five minutes off a jam every now and again).