Guitars, they said. So guitars they can have. Ear bleeding, distortion ridden, feedback screaming guitars from a band as far from Motown as can be imagined. The blissed out vocals over a wall of noise that My Bloody Valentine specialised in, was for a brief period in the late 1980s my rave – an utterly ecstatic experience. What the Jesus and Mary Chain started, My Bloody Valentine took to a whole new level.
You could lose yourself completely in it. In 1989 I saw My Bloody Valentine at ULU touring the album that this song came from, Isn’t Anything and it was the loudest and hottest gig I have ever been to. The songs blended into each other as Kevin Shields carved sculptures of sound out of the amplifiers. It was one of the best gigs I ever went to. I don’t think I could hear properly for about a fortnight and my shirt was so sweat ridden that it ripped when it was pulled. Happy days.
HERO
PRAT
VILLAIN
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Heady, happy days indeed. Memories of tortured youth, being able to lose yourself completely in music – and without doubt the best gig I’ve ever been to.