My Bloody Valentine, The Membranes, The Sperm Wails: Boston Arms, London
Everett True, Melody Maker, 17 December 1988
"THERE IS no second encore." Sometimes, the humblest of phrases can take on unlooked-for importance. There is no second encore. What can I say? For an hour plus, I've been standing, head hunched on pillar, feet rooted to carpet, the odd half to dull the mind, and the feelings erupting inside me don't want to ever stop. Transfigured. Transfixed. Transient. Transcendental. My Bloody Valentine are leaving the stage and my need will never be the same again.
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