Come on, Feel the Noise

Ok, so first off, consider this my pledge to attempt to actually utilize this blog. Various factors over the last year- chief among them being school, work, internships, family-related medical crisis and the production of The Andrew and Matt Show- have prevented me from broadcasting the everyday sludge of life. But rest assured, legion of loyal readers, this shall not be the norm.

Anyways, last night I saw My Bloody Valentine live in concert. This is a band I only vaguely knew anything about and I went in with an open mind mostly because my significant other was elated upon finding out that they were playing the US (something they rarely do… oh and they’ve been broken up for some time so this was a reunion “we need some cash” type deal).

Upon further research, I discovered the band falls into that “we made one album way back when and we’re legends” category. It’s a pretty sweet deal, if you ask me. And you wouldn’t- you’d ask The Fugees.

The music was decent, if repetitive and meandering (I’m told that’s the point) but the band was lifeless. Oh and there was 20 (count them, 20) minutes of feedback in place of a bridge for the final song. The building shook as if coming apart at the seems and, if not for earplugs, I’d be signing this blog. So yeah, a big chunk of noise closed the show.

Though I suppose with only one album under your belt, you gotta fill time with something.