With my longstanding love of weirdness and noise in my music, you'd assume that I've been a massive fan of My Bloody Valentine all this time, and that I was one of the millions who broke the internet last night trying to get in on the download frenzy that happened when they finally ended just over 21 years of anticipation with the release of their third album m b v . I can't explain it, but this album (and, for the sake of consistency, this band) doesn't do anything for me. It's not offensively bad, but it just doesn't transcend like I'm sure countless other music bloggers are opining in their columns as we speak. The majority of these nine songs are more exercises in sound structure and Pitchfork-bating pretentiousness than anything else; new you is the lone exception, a perfectly acceptable tune and welcome increase in tempo that mercifully pulls us out of the brown haze only 26 1/2 minutes in. The tempo picks up again with in another way , but the...
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