Saturday, June 21, 2008

Saw My Bloody Valentine in London Saturday Night

(somebody's video from's actually from friday night. on saturday night the noise lasted for 25 minutes. and was considerably louder according to db meters)
I will now contribute to the ongoing modern folklore and mythologizing of MBV:

It was the single loudest thing I have ever experienced. The sound moved my face. My balls retracted. It was like standing in front of the mouth of hell or a nuclear holocaust. If this sounds like fun, you are like me and FUCKED UP. It hurt.

Other random notes / points for discussion among you, the reader:

1. Debbie Googe is a badass.

2. Is the cathartic noise-burst at the end (which you've all probably read or heard about or perhaps even experienced firsthand) really cathartic since we all know its coming. Does this reduce its impact?

3. My Bloody Valentine are a folk band. Their music transfers experience in broad, ambiguous terms utilizing simple chords and melodies.

4. The sound guy (who also does sound for Mogwai) deserves some kind of huge reward for being a brilliant sonic architect.

5. This is not a point of debate but an observation: During the final 20 minute nihilist noise assault I went from excited to tense to happy to sort of depressed to feeling ill to feeling absolutely nothing. It is the closest I have come to complete meditation or a hypnotic state in a long time. I actually did not think at all for about five minutes.

6. Moses noted that "Belinda had the same facial expression when she was staring at the ground playing guitar that a elementary school teacher has when operating a photocopier."

7. Whitney who has never heard of MBV and was dragged to the show by the rest of us looked up to me at one point and silently mouthed the words "what the fuuuuuck" to me. She also smiled a lot before her fucking face melted off.