Focusing primarily on material from their two critically admired full-lengths, the quartet played to a sold out audience, fans flying in from around the world to hear the goodbye. And in just a little over an hour, Botch showed everyone what they'd been building up to. The band had no interest in going out with some pristine, polished relic. This isn't a studio-quality recording with applause thrown in. It's a barely contained maelstrom, the band wrecking their instruments and assailing the audience. It captures, as best as it can, what it felt like to be there: the deranged, macerating guitar work of Dave Knudson skittering over Brian Cook's obscene bass tone; Tim Latona's algebraic rhythms hammering behind the screams of Dave Verellen; the crowd, as one body, mournfully singing “It's so quiet here” before the mayhem begins again. It seems as if every band is doing a reunion nowadays, and many are clamoring for Botch to finally join the crowd. But whether or not that happens, this one night was successfully captured, where four friends walked on stage together and played as though it would never happen again. A1 St. Mathew Returns To The Womb 3:37A2 Thomas Howell As The "Soul Man" 4:51A3 John Woo 4:17A4 Japam 2:59A5 Oma 2:35B6 Frequency Ass Bandit 5:19B7 Thank God For The Worker Bees 4:13B8 Framce 3:48B9 Third Part In A Tragedy 1:57B10 Rock Lobster 3:42C11 Transitions From Persona To Object 7:44C12 Our Friends In The Great White North 7:58D13 Hutton's Great Heat Engine 5:31D14 Man The Ramparts 7:40