Spiritualized. Never has a band been more aptly named. Making the spirit active and tangible is what they do. I saw them play last night. And I am still reeling now. Now. Nearly 12 hours later, I still have that enormity of feeling - that glow -you can only get from seeing one helluva gig. It all started when I was 15 and visiting London for the first time via a high school trip. Yes, I was with Mr Dewey and Mrs Windheim but London was still all mine. We stayed in a hotel across the street from what was then the Town and Country Club, and is now the Forum. I looked out the window late one night to see a mass of beautiful shaggy hair boys milling around; all of them with the same lost look in their doe eyes. And they all had on the same t-shirt that said, �For all the fucked-up children in the world we bring you Spacemen 3�. And I thought, �God look how exotic and amazing those guys are. They aren�t like anything I have ever seen in my suburbs of New York hometown.� And with that - my love affair with the English man began. I eventually found out what Spacemen 3 was and embarked on my love affair with them as well. Now I have finally witnessed my man epiphany in the flesh. OK, Jason Piece is no J Spaceman but after last night, I don�t care.

Blissed-out and woozy - Jason Pierce takes us all on a sonic trippy trip through his mind-field of broken hearts, failed dreams and desperate pleas to God. They come on in total darkness, play for 90 minutes, and leave. No chatting, no encore, just the songs ebbing and flowing with tonal shifts from grandiose orchestrations to soothing meditations. Jason seems almost disconnected as his sits on a stool in the corner of stage, hiding comfortably by stacks of amps. Perhaps because the songs are so emotive, he needs to be detached. And that�s fine. Cause we are more than happy to pick up that slack. Here�s hoping that somewhere, some other 15-year-old girl�s dreams are being awakened.