there is a little blood in my ears

there is no band past or present that is louder than my bloody valentine. i have never gone somewhere where earplugs are handed out as a safety requirement (of course i didnt wear mine). dangerously loud. no, wait, loud is a huge understatement. a 10,000 person venue that looked like an airplane hangar, was not enough room for the kind of fluttering, swirling, thick as electricity, violently beautiful melodies Kevin Shields manipulates with guitars over the entire show. the closing 15-minute guitar feedback was so ear-piercingly, deafening, and roaringly awesome, people from surrounding bars and apartments DOWN THE BLOCK stood outside wondering what the hell was happening around them. the best thing i have ever experienced...ever.