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Thursday night’s assembly for seminal shoegaze progenitors My Bloody Valentine at the House of Blues was a study in contrasts: The nearly sold-out crowd was a mix of shaggy grown-ups likely weaned on cassettes of what was then called “college rock,” alongside hundreds of comparably young things riding the second or third wave of nu-gaze (via bands like Tamaryn, Mahogany, and No Joy). Innocence and experience, all blocking their ears to be able to hear.
And throughout their lengthy, career-spanning set, My Bloody Valentine’s sound bore out the tension captured by its name — a captivating, ferocious blend of tenderness and savagery.