Merge Records is re-releasing Sugar’s debut album, Copper Blue, with a bunch of bonus material and mix that was supposed to correct some Dolby error where Thomas Dolby actually came into the mixing sessions and made the right channel a tad bit louder than the left because Tom was blinded with science.
Regardless of the issue, and regardless of the desire of
fans’ need to run out and acquire this re-issue, I do what I normally do in
these instances: check out my copy to see if there is any inherent need for me
to purchase the same shit twice.
For me, there wasn’t. The left and right channels play just
fine for this untrained ear and Copper
Blue was exactly as I remembered it. And if there are any novices looking
to examine Bob Mould’s first band project outside of Husker Du, I would suggest
visiting the local used record store (if you have anything local) because I
remember seeing multiple used copies of this, Beaster and File Under Easy
Listening in nearly every used record store that I visited during the 90’s.
I like Copper Blue.
It brought me back to Mould after his pair of “adult” solo records which did
nothing for me except declare Grant Hart the winner of the post-Husker solo
record war. Sugar found him back in his element of a band unit, albeit one
where he was the sole creative force and one where he could properly take
advantage of the grunge era darlings in much the same way they took advantage
of the Husker’s formula.
It’s glossy, but it’s filled with wall-to-wall guitars to
the point where Mould’s vocals are impeccably places right between the
distortion, strangely treated a bit to sound like they’re sung through a
humbucker pick up.
Maybe that’s just the Dolby issue talkin.
Side one, to use the parlance of the original release date,
is the stronger of the two sides with no evidence of a dud from start to
finish. I remember dropping my guitar strings down to “D” and playing along
with “The Act We Act” with the line “the confusion that persists/the decisions
that you guessed” striking a reactionary chord inside of me for some reason.
But wasn’t this a record for the novices? The latecomers who
weren’t around to care or notice every single song of brutal beauty that the
Huskers laid forth previously? I say this because there’s nothing on Copper Blue that sways my heart away
from “Celebrated Summer” or any number of tunes in the Husker’s cannon that
spoke louder and clearer than anything since. While there’s nothing as good as
the original thing, Copper Blue does
an admirable job of bringing more people to the Bob Mould camp than anything
since his time with a certain little power trio from Minneapolis .
And if it points them to the direction of his previous band,
then Copper Blue is successful all
the way around.
