While the Mary Chain’s early gigs earned a place in rock lore (15 minutes of feedback, strops and goodnight), the Reid brothers’ later career matched the attitude with arch guitar thrills and a more dynamic surliness. Drawn from shows at Sheffield in ’92 and Bristol in ’95, this explosive document proves they could rock as meanly as few since The Stooges just loose enough, just tight enough. William’s guitar squalls are evilly euphoric as they burn through the rictus-grinned “Reverence”, the sleazy “Sidewalking” and the says-it-all “I Hate Rock’N’Roll”. Everything that was great about the band (and the idea) rains down here: get happy.