Teach a man to Phish ... and he'll love Trey forever August 6, 2005 - The Boston Herald By Christopher Blagg Is there life after Phish?      Since no band has emerged to claim the jam band throne, Trey Anastasio has taken it upon himself to fill the void, bringing his 70 Volt Parade to a sold-out Pavilion Thursday night. His loyal flock responded with rapturous gratitude. It seems the String Cheeses and O.A.R.s of post-Phish jam nation just haven't cut it.       The effortlessly breezy funk of ``Cayman Review'' kicked off the show, the six-piece Parade immediately setting itself apart from Anastasio's previous band with a much looser, more bottom-heavy feel. Considering this was the first show of the summer tour, the group seemed remarkably rehearsed and confident, plowing with ease through the triumphant gospel-inflected rock of ``Shine'' and the molasses-dripping minimalist funk of ``Burlap Sack and Pumps.'' For the most part, Anastasio and his mates kept the tunes relatively tight and focused in the first set, the exception being a drawn-out psychedelic detour during ``Money Love & Change.''       A recent fascination with the Beatles - at Bonnaroo Anastasio played a healthy portion of ``Abbey Road'' - was apparent late in the first set, with theMcCartney-esque ballad ``Sleep Again,'' which was followed by the delicate finger-picking of ``Flock of Words.'' Back-to-back ballads was something rarely heard in the Phish years.       The band's polished and tight sound started to crack a bit in the second set. The night lost some momentum during the meandering groove of ``Goodbye Head,'' which could have easily been cut in half. A new tune, ``Spin,'' came off sounding a bit ragged, but that didn't deter Anastasio. He's never been afraid to sound ugly or to wander into dissonant territories, where the idyllic hippie fantasy world comes crashing down, as on the moody minor key excursion of ``Wherever You Find It.''       As the set neared its end, Anastasio finally relented, giving the crowd a small taste of the Phish past with the spy movie riff of ``First Tube.'' For an encore, the Beatles were again invoked, with a wonderfully raw but faithful interpretation of ``I Am the Walrus,'' Anastasio ripping on guitar with an enormous ``good to be back'' grin. But then, you get the feeling that with his guitar at his side, Anastasio would be grinning no matter what - whether playing in a middle-school marching band or a Slayer cover band. Just as long as he's playing.      The seemingly disparate worlds of Hasidic Judaism and Rastafarianism came crashing together with the opening act Matisyahu. The devoutly spiritual singer confoundedcynics with a surprisingly fresh and explosive set of roots reggae. Article Copyright © 2005 The Boston Herald