OK, yeah, I realize that after a 15 year absence or whatever, every one of chthonic “shoegaze” (ugh) legends My Bloody Valentine‘s fans are supposedly middle-aged Google coders now (or parking Daddy’s Pagani Zonda C12S outside Popscene on Thursdays). But $47.50 plus “handling” for their hopefully triumphant and thalassically massive comeback appearance at the Concourse on September 30? What am I, Jarvis Cocker?
Rollin’ and gazin’
Still, when I saw them in ’89 (?) they ripped my world apart. And the ceiling of the club actually rained down plaster from their ampage. I’m gladly going to fund Kevin Shields’s apparently still raging extasy habit. Fuck my dreams of front-row Cher in Vegas — bring on the luxury Googe!
Obligatory vid of “Soon” by MBV here: