Flying in the face of received wisdom regarding reformations came J Mascis, Lou Barlow and Murph, the band whose scorched-earth vision of rock ‘n’ roll inspires young bands still. Long, grey hair flailing, J hunched over his guitar, squeezing out shrieking-but-filthy solos Neil Young would have approved of, while waves of OTT volume stunned the ecstatic front rows. Righteous, in a word.
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