
I saw/felt/was pummeled by My Bloody Valentine last night.
Mike McGonigal was right: watching the audience was the best part. MBV did the sonic assault thing for about 15 minutes during "You Made Me Realise." For the first five, it seemed like people were having trouble just hanging on. Then there was a crest, and the sound was rising, and you could see on people's faces how they were rising with it. Afterwards, we went to a bar and all the concert-goers pouring in looked high, all sleepy-eyed with shit-eating grins stretched across their faces.
The rest of the show was great, too. I imagine that it's roughly the same setlist that they would have played in 1993.