genre: Zen Shoegaze
Listening to this album is undoubtedly the greatest sensory and metaphysical experience a person can have. It is also certain that these frequencies have the extraordinary ability to lead the spirit towards its essence. The non-place of sound before the sound. The destabilization of the auditory process, liquefaction of the sound material. All of this is not imagination, it is physicality in its purest form, it is the harmonization of the body-mental state in an endless flow of lost reminiscences, elementary cosmic chaos and mass of plasticized lunar dust that flows in the veins slowly like the speed of light. Clusters of ethereal dirt alternate with joyful timeless dissonances (Loomer). Sublimation of noise, ecstasy, and enchanting catastrophe in an alternation of drama and mystical contemplation (Sometimes); intergalactic cocktail of incorporeal orgasms that lie, return, vanish in the vastness of pleasure (To Here Knows When).
The excellent production also deserves considerable consideration: sixteen recording studios and over ten sound engineers for around three hundred days of work supporting the ideas of the genius mind of Kevin Shields (guitar, vocals, sampler), producer and author of an unusual and revolutionary mix: layers and overlayers of guitars upon guitars, volumes pushed beyond the unbelievable (Only Shallow), tails of loops that loop themselves, electronic samples and chamber noise to thicken the indistinct sound magma so heavy as to feel its lightness, Butcher's voice like an angel that comes and spreads its seed in the universe (Blown A Wish).
My Bloody Valentine induce a state of heroin-like, hieratic passivity. And Loveless is proof of the existence of the divine, a unique work that even escapes itself. Like wandering in the coils of thoughts made of honey-flavored anesthetic gases. Like being fascinated by the presence of the void. Zen. I have written nothing.
If Van Gogh had been a rocker, he would have sounded like this.
Melodies that tickle the unconscious, unlocking distant memories and unspoken desires.
All of My Bloody Valentine’s music is a perpetual clash between noise and beauty, between animalistic violence and divine sensitivity.
"Isn’t Anything" carries all the seeds that will bear fruit in 1991, yet it maintains its distinctive profile.
"Loveless stuns with an unheard power and immediacy. Here lies the entire essence of rock. Violence and purity. Hypnosis and spontaneity."
"This album is exactly that, a huge accumulation of distortions, combined with the typically English melodic urgency and an unprecedented electronic framework."
If you think an album must be immediate, concise, and catchy... then don’t judge this rare unique jewel of the world.
MBV managed to imprint transposed and metaphysical images on a musical album.
"Loveless should be appreciated in its entirety, like a hallucinated and disorienting suite that gently leads us into the recesses of our minds."
"An open door to another dimension... that’s what My Bloody Valentine were."