And Did I Mention My Bloody Valentine?

I used to seem them in the olden days - they were one of my favourite bands...back when they did Mary Mary and Sunny Sunday Smile and Lovely Sweet Darlene....the best noisy fuzz pop ever. Photos of me in my teens have me doing my best to look like Kevin but sadly failing mainly due to being a girl and half the height...(mini-me perhaps? ).
I still liked them when they went noise-exploring but kinda lost sight of them when they went biggy and played more expensive venues that my pocket money wouldn't stretch too...
and then this year they came back! All the advertisments had 20 year old photos on....did this mean they would now look like the portrait in Dorian Gray's attic?
On seeing them at the Roundhouse....no this meant that actually they were the Dorian Gray of this clever-clever thinking and all looked so much exactly the same that really there was no point taking a new photo. And musically? It was the same. But 20 million times louder!
Being at the front was like having an aeroplane take off in your face (or maybe land on your face...) if you shut your eyes it was like the sun going up but music...it wasn't hearing music it was feeling it - if you think of seeing speakers rattle when the volume goes up and then imagine your body as the speaker vibrating with pure noise. beautiful but as we leave you can see peoples mouths move but no sound comes out....
if there is a band worth going deaf for i think it's probably this one.