just saw my bloody valentine, live, roseland ballroom. incredible incredible incredible. when people say "wall of sound" you understand it conceptually, maybe get a taste by listening to their records, but understanding is separate from experience. and so much of me rallies against this notion of experience, joan scott and all that, but wall of sound here is a fucking wall of sound wall of sound twenty meters high crashing - shockwave at a shuttle launch wall of sound - bass pounding against your heart competing beat for beat sort of wall of sound

ahh. as soon as I heard those few starting notes...........