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"Instead, tonight is for the music, which is exactly how it should be with this legendary band. And that music? Well, it's still perfect. Set over a roar of a thousand screaming voices that know nearly every word, the Pixies are buzzing with brilliance and better than you ever imagined they could be. Onstage, Black looks like an older, chubbier, constantly grimacing cousin of Matt Lucas, but he slurs the blues of 'Bone Machine' like a sex god, eeks the lyrics of 'Monkey Gone To Heaven' like an indie prophet, and curls out every note of 'Where Is My Mind?' in the way that makes you forget every other band in the world. Radiofoot? Libertimes? Franz Fernando?"