Even in a world saturated with stale reunions and come-back rituals, it was difficult not to get excited about Pavement’s return. Whatever their motives for reforming, their huge cult status has never been as apparent as selling out the Brixton Academy 4 nights in a row. But then again, it’s not surprising given that they were one of the most important bands of their generation; their pioneering of a ‘Californian slacker-cool’ will continue to play a part in defining both the sound and ethos of indie music. 4605342562_121a1d3888 Photos by Shannon McClean Let’s face it, Pavement were never going to play a bad gig. With such an impressive repertoire of songs and critically-acclaimed albums to choose a set from, on top of support from fully-bearded Californian drone-rockers Wooden Shjips, Pavement were always destined to keep its devoted fan base content. Throughout the epic 31-song set, the cavernous Brixton academy echoed with all of Pavement’s classics re-imagined ten years on from their last UK performance; still apparent was their grippingly chaotic, disjointed sound that we have come to know and love. In a world dominated by bands that take themselves too seriously, it is refreshing to hear the mistakes and lighthearted stage banter, a reminder of their carefree college youth that helped shaped their slacker sound. It barely even mattered that Malkmus was so disengaged and uncooperative that the stage seemed like 2 separate bands, the well of audience energy and support for their magnificently shambolic sound was enough almost to ignite the ‘Pavemania’ the posters outside the venue harked at. Reunions are slowly getting boring and stale, but Pavement will forever remain unique and exciting - regardless of the amount of copy-cat bands since.