Are we living through the dying days of rock music?
Significantly, the majority of those abandoning the performance were 30 or younger. If you were making your way in the opposite direction, from the bar area towards the band, you can’t have helped but notice that many were visibly grimacing as MBV went about their noisy business. Maybe it was a trick of the dark, but it seemed a few even had their fingers in their ears.
Your first suspicion was that this had to do with generational differences in taste. After all, it’s 22 years since My Bloody Valentine last released a culturally significant piece of music. If you were still a child — a toddler in some cases — it’s unlikely they mean very much. But it was telling that the main stage was swelling 90 minutes later for DJ Fatboy Slim who, as a balding, teetotal 50-year-old, hardly represents the thrilling sound of the new.
