Unwound Bottom of the Hill February 1st, 2001 Review by Squid Unwound, Unwound, Unwound! Squid was so excited. Went round her office, talking to anyone who would listen, (and several who wouldn't), about the return of this supertrio of noise. Spent hours re-living the glories of Fake Train and Repetition.Those walls of sound! That howling! The feedback! And Squid feels bad, she feels as though she will appear vapid, like Catherine Zeta Jones as Charlie in High Fidelity, when she says that she just wanted something, "sparkier". How to 'splain...it's not that the songs weren't technically excellent, it's just that the majority of the show was new material, and seriously mid-tempo. Perhaps it was unfair to come to this show with headbanging expectations, but given past history, it didn't feel like that tall of an order. There were a few hardcore moments, but they just exacerbated the issue, made you think: louder! harder! faster! In their defense, it should be pointed out that this was their first show of the tour. We're hoping they'll come back once they've lived in the new songs a little. We'll never miss a single show. Not if we can help it.