My Bloody Valentine's live show is a sonic assault that defies the notion of diminishing volume – or would you rather merely tone down the beast. For those onlookers who opt for earplugs, it's more about preserving eardrums than just reducing decibels; to tame the experience would be akin to watering down their legendary performance as an immersive, visceral, and musical odyssey.
At its core, My Bloody Valentine is a pioneering force behind shoegaze – that enigmatic, ethereal genre that has experienced a resurgence with the TikTok crowd. Yet, at times, they seem more akin to noise warriors like Einstürzende Neubaten than their quintessential British counterparts. However, amidst the chaotic cacophony lies an undeniable aesthetic appeal – be it Bilinda Butcher's soothing vocals or Kevin Shields' wall of sound that somehow manages to intermingle with a melodic finesse.
The rhythm section of Debbie Googe and Colm Ó Cíosóig provides an unshakeable foundation, as the band hurtles through a maelstrom of noise. The show is a journey towards what can only be described as sonic sculpture – an aural experience that's both disorienting and mesmerizing.
A rare tour from My Bloody Valentine adds to their mystique; it's been seven years since their last outing, making this a celestial event. Witnessing the band perform in cavernous venues with visuals that rival the music itself is a far cry from their humble beginnings in pubs. The nearly two-hour show masterfully chronicles their evolution into an unparalleled form of sound.
Their performance also boasts notable tributes – albeit a bit truncated by power failures, including a nod to late Stone Roses bassist Mani. Shields' affection for his predecessor is palpable, even if the song's repeated failure doesn't disrupt the momentum. The closer, You Made Me Realise, delivers an apocalyptic sonic onslaught that comes perilously close to equating its sound with the very fabric of chaos.
In this whirlwind performance, My Bloody Valentine proves why they're regarded as shoegaze pioneers – not just for their boundary-pushing music but also for transporting audiences into a sonic world both bewildering and beautiful.
At its core, My Bloody Valentine is a pioneering force behind shoegaze – that enigmatic, ethereal genre that has experienced a resurgence with the TikTok crowd. Yet, at times, they seem more akin to noise warriors like Einstürzende Neubaten than their quintessential British counterparts. However, amidst the chaotic cacophony lies an undeniable aesthetic appeal – be it Bilinda Butcher's soothing vocals or Kevin Shields' wall of sound that somehow manages to intermingle with a melodic finesse.
The rhythm section of Debbie Googe and Colm Ó Cíosóig provides an unshakeable foundation, as the band hurtles through a maelstrom of noise. The show is a journey towards what can only be described as sonic sculpture – an aural experience that's both disorienting and mesmerizing.
A rare tour from My Bloody Valentine adds to their mystique; it's been seven years since their last outing, making this a celestial event. Witnessing the band perform in cavernous venues with visuals that rival the music itself is a far cry from their humble beginnings in pubs. The nearly two-hour show masterfully chronicles their evolution into an unparalleled form of sound.
Their performance also boasts notable tributes – albeit a bit truncated by power failures, including a nod to late Stone Roses bassist Mani. Shields' affection for his predecessor is palpable, even if the song's repeated failure doesn't disrupt the momentum. The closer, You Made Me Realise, delivers an apocalyptic sonic onslaught that comes perilously close to equating its sound with the very fabric of chaos.
In this whirlwind performance, My Bloody Valentine proves why they're regarded as shoegaze pioneers – not just for their boundary-pushing music but also for transporting audiences into a sonic world both bewildering and beautiful.