Having lived at Ground Zero for Deadhead culture most of my life, with a wife who embraced it for a while, I think it does the band and especially the culture a great injustice to assume this record reflects either in both their good and bad elements.
@OB1 is precisely correct when he says this was a live band who thrived on improvisation. And he makes a good point regarding Terrapin Station’s production, which I didn’t know, but which really helps put the record in context.
So let's all agree that this isn’t representative, and noting that I’m not a big fan of the band in the first place, how does this stack up?
First, “Sunrise” is fundamentally unlistenable. Hands down one of the most appallingly awful tracks in the months we’ve done this. Words cannot do justice to how much I detested this song. It’s like a raw brussels sprout dipped in overcooked beet paste.
Next, that cover of “Dancin’ In The Streets” begins with the issue that the song is incredibly lame to begin with, so covering it is unlikely to make it any less lame.
The best part about “Estimated Prophet” is its title, and then the chorus; in between, the reggae back beat morphing into the Sesame Street sax sounds so strange and out of place for these guys, I couldn’t get comfortable. Its selection as an opener was an odd (and potentially acid-influenced) decision.
After that, it’s alright. I always thought “Passenger” was one of their more interesting tunes, in part because its also not reflective of their regular sound (its much jerkier and rockier) and “Samson and Delilah” is kind of a standard part of their act (it sounds much better live, like mostly everything the Dead did).
The most representative of “true” Dead here is the opening four minutes or so of the tortoid opus that closes it — we finally hear Jerry sing (as usual about nothing important), and his guitar skips around in that sprightly fashion he perfected/invented, aided by two drummers who always sound curiously like they add up to 1.4483 drummers. It's really lovely. The remaining twelve minutes I could take or leave, however.
In fact, the whole thing sounds disparate and thrown together and disjointed. Welcome to the 70s, I guess. So call the music between a 3 and a 4, but we don't do half scores, so something needs to give.
I'm going 4/10 because of the one true excellent aspect of Terrapin Station: a really great cover. Dance, turtles, dance.