
Like many of my colleagues, I spent the best part of last night getting clobbered by My Bloody Valentine, and I agree with and appreciate all the informed gushing that precedes this post.
All I have to add are two questions:
1. What's up with the hot-pink-red color that devours the cover of Loveless and soaked last night's stage show and essentially presents itself as the would-be color-equivalent of Kevin Shields' spirit animal? Clearly it represents something important, but it also makes me queasy, and repels me in way that none of the music does.
2. Who knew the drummer for MBV worked so fucking hard? Jesus fuck he was amazing.
(Photo by Kelly O.)
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