If you are allergic to guitars or have that disease where your bones are the consistency of glass, hospital you would have most assuredly died at the Wavves and Fidlar show at Brighton Music Hall on a moshtastic Monday night.

‘They certainly don’t call it noise rock for no reason’ was the first thing that came into my head after walking through the door, as I was nearly catapulted back out by the explosion of static guitar and gutturally grunge vocals.  Actually, that’s a lie, the first thing going through my head was the engagement of my fight or flight response as my body’s reflex response to that much energy was immediately that I was in peril. This reaction continued for the duration of the night. With Fidlar’s refreshingly talented thrash guitar playing (yes, it exists) and the frenzied crashing choruses of Wavves’s guitars, the only response your body could have to this in your face performance was to really, to scream back at it.  My body had already been sore from the infectiously funky electronic show that Griz had put on at The Middle East on Saturday night, but my complaining calves and my shred of wisdom from past moshpit traumas were completely disregarded — powerless to the allure of the feverish mosh pit and youthfully reckless atmosphere.

Perhaps the most interesting part of the night was the crowd that the show generated. Boston’s finest skate and tumblr youth gathered at Brighton that night, filling the hall with tropical pattern snapbacks, flannels, and sneaker wearing masses. The moment that Wavves struck their first note of their first guitar chord ignited the quickest mosh pit that I had ever seen, even considering my Warped Tour and dubstep collective concert history.

But it was fun. Oh man, it was genuine punk fun — actual fist bumping to something other than an ‘unts unts’, jumping up and down in a sea of sweaty sticky bodies to the striking beat of a chorus that only consists of the words  ‘go go go’. One moment so classically descriptive of the night occurred when the boy behind me’s long hair whipped into my face as we were both moshing.  It was raw and exhilarating; and a reminder of the joy of simplicity: Why over complicate a performance? Really, why over complicate anything — when it comes to life’s problems? As Fidlar and Wavves remind us in both their lyrics and their performance: just shut up, hang out with your best friends, and drink a lot of cheap beer.

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