Friend of the Devil brings us back to the action, a bit up-tempo and unusually placed, the perfect accompaniment to the sun setting in the background. Truckin’ shoots out next, mighty as ever with a powerful crescendo before the transition fizzles. The crowd doesn’t pay it any mind, though, clapping and hooting along as soon as the band finds He’s Gone. The last several minutes of the tune becomes a spacey, meditative romp with some steely, purposeful noodling, magical percussion, and serious vamping before the boys just sparkle into Eyes. The Eyes itself is captivating, sending us off on a billowy trip through the countryside, eventually ceding the controls to Mickey and Billy. And after some powerful beats, they enter into a percussive spaciness into which the rest of the band slowly returns. The boys finally claw back from the distant reaches in order to soar off on a fluffy Wheel. Dear Mr. Fantasy gathers from the ashes of The Wheel, building into a raging cauldron that rolls right over into Hey Jude, which is itself bursting with tremendous vamping that is just off the charts. From there, the drummers pound it into Sugar Mags for a joyous end to the set. A fun, sing-along Quinn encore caps off a tremendous night of music with Rich Stadium and the rest of the East Coast summer swing beckoning.