RE: MY BLOODY VALENTINE PLAYS LOUDEST SHOW EVER!!

So I did it. I went to the loudest show ever last night and let me tell you, I'm not sure if it was worth it :(

I guess if my life long dream was to experience a sonic boom then thanks MBV, you made my dream come true. But in reality that's far from what my lifelong dream would be. The show was a spectacle to say the least. I HEARD there were AWESOME animations being projected for each song, but alas I could not see them due to my height and the constant beams of flashing white light causing me to seizure every time I attempted to take a look.

As an event, it was truly an experience. Definitely the loudest f-ing show ever, and a complete sensory overload. At some points it was so loud my jugular was shaking and I thought I might throw up out of my nose. An experience? Yes. Comfortable? Jesus no.

It's not that I dislike loud shows or anything, it's just that it was SO LOUD the entire time you could barely make out a single song. It just sounded like constant cutting in and out of some douche bag blasting his bass on a street corner. There was also a full 15 minutes of this wall of noise that made me drop to my knees from the pain. People kept screaming "Louder! We Want It Louder!" because they had probably heard about or went to the show the night before and knew what to expect. But when I heard someone else scream "Just Play Good" I thought "oh thank God" it' not me just being a cranky old bitty. This is actually insane and not very fun.

I couldn't handle you MBV. You're just too much. You killed me. But good work you did it, you made 1/4 of NYC spontaneously combust.

Check out this clip from the wall of noise and imagine standing in that while your pants and nostrils vibrated for 15 minutes. You'll want to cry too. Also beware the creep halfway through ;)

MY BLOODY VALENTINE PLAY LOUDEST SHOW EVER!!

I'm going to this tonight. I'm a LITTLE scared. It should be awesome, but is going deaf and possibly having your chest cave in worth totally awesome? Probably.

CoVia NY Mag Vulture Blog--thanks Leendogs 1Comments

An hour before My Bloody Valentine took the stage at Roseland Ballroom last night, the neighboring Duane Reed had sold all but one pack of earplugs. Inside the club, security guards encouraged concertgoers to grab free handful of plugs from a box by the door. We asked ourselves: Would you strap on a pair of Rollerblades before running with the bulls in Pamplona? Would you bring a toxicologist to hold your hand as you dined on Japanese blowfish? Given the rare opportunity to experience perhaps the loudest band ever to walk this earth, why would you opt to stick little foam phalluses into your ears?

Well, because the recently reunited My Bloody Valentine made good on its ear-searing mythology, and yes, it was painfully loud — terrifyingly loud, even. The crowd greeted the band with a roar that seemed quaint compared to sonics that were soon unfurled. With ear plugs — we popped them in for a minute — the band's guitar clamor enveloped us, warm and womblike. Without them, it felt like a brutal torrent of treble, Colm O Ciosoig's surprisingly muscular drum beats somehow punching holes through the cacophony. (The vocalists didn't fare as well — both Kevin Shields and Bilinda Butcher literally sounded buried, as if they were cooing from beneath a pile of dirty laundry.)

The decibels climbed, seemingly exponentially, with the set closer "You Made Me Realise," a song with a fifteen-minute noise interlude that sent hands reaching toward the ceiling and panicked faces scrambling toward the exits — and had us finally inserting, and leaving in, our complementary earplugs.