The magical month of May (1977) is always my standby, default, comfort zone, whatever. Never fails.
Incidentally, I was cleaning out somebody's apt. years ago and found a cassette simply labelled "Eugene" -- which I've subsequently misplaced -- which sounds like it was recorded on a walkman in someone's pocket way up in the nosebleeds in the late 80s. The crowd is louder than the band, freakin the hell out during space; "oooohhhh my goooooddd!" "this is....!!! this, this is...!!! this, this, this issssss" and some dude screaming"Saint Steeeeeeeeeephen!" truly sounding like he was dying. Best part is some dude hollerin "Here we go!" over and over and over like he's waiting for a roller coaster! (He was!) That is a rowdy recording!
If unable to dance, I'll crawl.