
Sugar’s Copper Blue was such a perfect, noise-pop album that cemented Bob Mould as a genius. When 1993′s Beaster EP came out I was hoping for more hooky sing-a-longs, but instead Sugar delivered a heavier, denser album. I did not connect with it immediately, but experiencing it live helped me to appreciate the power of it. The intensity of the songs were over-powering as I thrashed around in the pit.
I had no intention of crowd surfing, but a stranger next to me in the pit offered to put me up and he looked so hopeful that I couldn’t say no. Three seconds later I was tumbling awkwardly on top of the crowd. Of all the strange places to run into someone you know, I found myself beside my close friend who I had come to the concert with. We cheered and high-fived each other, but then our combined weight became too much and the crowd parted. I landed hard on my back and walked hunchedly and painfully for the next two weeks. Beaster still sends nostalgic twitches to my lower back.