Distractions: chocolate-in-the-bathtub, color filters on the lights, and a disco ball, all of the photo ops and none of the cleanup. (Afterward, you move out.) Get yer nuanced enumeration of influences elsewhere - approximating a sound with aesthetic vectors isn't a misguided use of your time, but holding Owens up against Brian Wilson takes the piss out of "All Night," which, once it starts, doesn't care where it came from. Sax and trumpet, which don't get much else to do in the second half, stumble around late in the show for ten seconds of popped lid (echoing a breakdown from about a minute earlier) and let some welcome tangles into an otherwise tight arrangement.
-Peter