This past Saturday I attended the My Blood Valentine (reunion?) show. It was really loud, and for my money, really awesome. Instead of writing a boring fanboy recap myself (e.g. “When You Sleep” was the JAM!), I asked a handful of friends who also attended, to weigh in.
It was loud.
Then there was clarity.
Then it was louder for the reprise.
After waiting in the most impressive preshow line I’ve ever been involved in, I made my way into the Aragon Ballroom. I hadn’t been there in so long that I wondered if I’d ever been there at all. The first thing I was forced to realize is that it was really, really hot inside. I do not like sweating, and I had already done a fair share of it earlier in the day when I moved apartments(also do not like). But, I came to some kind of uncomfortable terms with the sweat dripping down my back and onto my buttocks and strove forward(stood for 15 minutes, and sweated). I had heard about how incredibly loud the band was live, and even the unsuspecting would be tipped off by the issuance of ear plugs as you entered the venue. I surveyed the stacks of amps and everything looked pretty standard. Plentiful, but standard. What’s the big deal? The Irishmen/women casually walk onstage and begin their electric haze set without so much as a word directed towards the audience. It’s loud. Loud enough that I decide to put in my ear plugs. I tell my current-self that I’m not a pussy and that I’m just taking care of my future-self. The ear plugs create a lot of low end, but I can still hear Kevin Shields’ tiny croon so I know it’s ok. The gang downpicks(only) through about 8 or so fan favorites and then it happens: the audible assault. Midway through the song “You Made Me Realise”, the band takes a 15 minute detour down Route 130 Decibels. With every guitar pedal activated, the feedback is so thick that I could take a bite out of it, but, I’m too afraid to even open my mouth because of the fear the violent noise will spill down my throat and explode my heart. When it ends, the show ends with it. I take out my ear plugs and I can’t believe what I’m hearing, or that I’m hearing at all. Everyone in the audience is thinking about the same thing, but everyone is too stunned to talk about it. I have just endured one of my favorite musical experiences.
If you don’t have anything laudatory to say, don’t say anything at all.
oh, dude. i appreciate being asked, but i really have nothing clever to add. all i really have is that it was almost as loud as sunn 0))) at logan square…but even that can probably be false because i didn’t get as close to the stage for mbv as i did at sunn 0)))
so basically, i have nothing to add. sorry!!!
Once the swell of noise was completely built, I seriously got apprehensive about it ending. The sound was so encompassing and beautiful that not hearing or feeling it seemed lonely and awkward.
I said something to this effect right afterwards.
I didn’t decide to go to the show until about 3 days before so I bought two tickets on craigslist thinking I’d sell one to someone. So I met up with my guy and gave him 100 dollars for the both of them, then during the time of the show I realize that nobody is going to buy this ticket from me and even worse scalpers are overstocked and giving them away for 10 dollars a ticket. so I call my friend and tell her to just come for free, cause she wouldn’t agree to pay me 50 dollars when I asked earlier. I think she may have enjoyed it more than me too cause she got to get high again.
[ed. note: pictures all stolen from searching “My Bloody Valentine Chicago” on Flickr. Thanks to Jared, Alex, Luc, Brian, Brendan, and Bob for the responses]