Premise: Still, it's something.

Hypothesis: It's absolutely nothing, when you think about it.
Answer: no

Premise: Poirot, you're pulling my leg!

Hypothesis: I know you're being serious.
Answer: no

Premise: It's a spacey sort of blues, with Davis and Shorter playing furiously against the ethereal, Rothko-like shadings of Hancock's Fender Rhodes and Carter's electric bass and the anxious pulse of Williams' ride cymbal.

Hypothesis: The contrast of the band made up of the members of Davis, Shorter, Hancock, Carter and Williams came together to create a lazy, disjointed sound described as a spacey sort of blues.
Answer: yes

Premise: will probably experience a series of terrible events--wrenching calamities that are economic or social or environmental in nature seems well within the realm of plausibility.

Hypothesis: No terrible events will ever happened.
Answer: no