I've held a grudge against Phish since grade 12, when my punk friends stopped listening to Dinosaur Jr, got into Phish and became really boring. Fortunately, Phish main dude Trey Anastasio's solo record doesn't sound a whole lot like something you'd spin while tripping on acid. In fact, he's crafted a bunch of insidious pop hooks, and this album sounds like it was packaged, stamped and mailed directly to your radio. Anastasio can't help reminding us he's still a hippie, but those earthy-crunchy Dead-style sounds and relaxed guitar solos don't blot out the fact that this is purely a pop record, one not reaching for a whole lot of depth. And frankly, it's not bad.