Guardian young arts critic competition 2011: Our critics’ picks

From an illicit Pixies gig to a Mesopotamian ziggurat, Guardian critics recall their biggest moment of inspiration in their respective fields Pop: Alexis Petridis Can any gig you see as a critic ever match the ones you saw as a teenager? Bizarrely, going to a gig when I was 17 was harder work than writing reviews has ever been. It involved not merely getting to London, but lying to my parents about where I was going, lying to my friend’s parents about where my parents thought I was going, bunking off school, and then convincing somebody who looked 18 to go to the bar on my behalf. But none of that mattered the night I saw the Pixies supported by My Bloody Valentine, in September 1988. It’s not every night you see arguably the two most important guitar bands of the era on the same stage at the peak of their powers: the Pixies had just released their incredible second album, Surfer Rosa , while My Bloody Valentine had released the astonishing single You Made Me Realise . It says something about the pre-internet age that, before they walked on, I had no idea what the Pixies looked like. I didn’t expect the guy who sang all those dark songs about sex and violence to be chubby and balding. This was nothing compared to the shock of their sound: a ceaseless roar, with the next song starting as the last chord of the previous one was still dying away. I remember that gig in snapshots. Two roadies having to hold on to My Bloody Valentine’s drumkit as Colm O’Cíosóig hit it with such ferocity that

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