My Bloody Valentine - mbv
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February 2nd, 2013.
20 years is a long time to spend away from the spotlight. After a lengthy hiatus, Dublin's My Bloody Valentine returned to the scene that they unquestionably and single-handedly took to the next level. The hazey and ferocious sphere of shoegaze dreams and wavers in different ways without their presence.
Daydreams, but they're nightmares. Bright colours augment the perception of reality. Spinning, spinning, spinning. Drowning in waves of textured ecstasy. Hugs from some higher spirits. In a field in a distant land. Lullabies of sweet asunder. Hearts beat in and out of time. Convulsing on a center point. Spinning slowly off an axis. Hands outstretched. Waltzers cascade.
Jam-packed vibrations. Impenetrable. Stacked. Worlds on top of worlds, worlds inside of worlds. Limitless horizons - the end falls off of itself in infinite cycles, infinite rebirth. Round and round we go. The beginning is the end is the beginning. Swirling. Whirling. Twirling. Bending the bar. Blowing O's through a guitar. Cats purr from the ether. Buff cotton swabs dancing in your ears. Candy floss on a bad trip. Cotton wool wrapped around your throat. Sweet scenes of swirling shapes behind your eyelids. Losing balance but never hitting the ground. The soft touch of a full-on assault. Sweeped-up by warm winds. Cradled by syrup-y, insidious sounds. Glitching. Falling into obscurity, eternal decay. Pushing the extremities to their absolute limits. Shedding your skin as you free-fall through space.
Different expectations, standards and sets of rules are to be abided by. Coming to terms with the fact that the only constant is constant change can be a hard thing to deal with - though necessary. Things are spinning off of themselves all around us at all times. Stopping to take a look around once in a while, breathing in the pastel-hued air, soaking up the dirt-infused atmosphere are a must.
February 2nd, 2013.
