Feb 20, 2013
That’s how My Bloody Valentine’s deeply destabilizing queasiness, amplified here to a frightening degree, has always struck me: There’s a rush of feeling inside their music so intense it creates a kind of paralysis. Music swirls and moves in and out of phase, voices float by, half memory and half anticipation, and you’re never quite sure how all the parts fit together. You get lost in it, and if you’re wired a certain way that mixture of desire and confusion is easy to map on to the wider world.
Mark Richardson, on the new My Bloody Valentine album, mbv
Ephemera, thoughts, and curiosities from Bill Couch (@couch).
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