I knew it was going to be a lively gig when stuff started getting thrown around - in a nice way - and people were crowd surfing before the band even came on.
The Electric Ballroom is a small venue and gradually got more and more packed until even though I was still halfway back I was losing personal space. But it didn't matter. The crowd whipped up into a frenzy on the build up and then exploded on the first song with everyone around me jumping around.
Normally I'm stood well clear of such energy, mainly for my own safety, this time I joined in partly because the music was so infectious and partly because it was safer to go with everyone else.
Worked out quickly that using the person in front as a bolster by placing my hand firmly in the middle of their back aided the stability.
I honestly didn't believe I could get my gig trainers to move simultaneously off the floor owing to their weight and size but the bloody things can fly I can tell you.
I thought I'd be quite scared but even though the crowd surged a couple of times I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot. And I was sober.
The only scary thing was the number of men who decided to take their shirts off. Not nice, especially when they brush past. Eew.
Even Mosh was jumping up and down at times, a first in twelve years of going to gigs with him.
The band were incredible. Eugene Hutz, the lead singer, gave a frenzied performance working up such a sweat that he stripped down to his cut off denim shorts and green striped foot less tights within a couple of songs.
During the encore the female drummer threw her base drum onto the crowd, jumped on it and did a bit of surfing. She was joined by Eugene - an incredible sight and I glanced around in the hope that my official gig photographer was taking a pic but the selfish bugger was enjoying himself too much.
Eugene then jumped off the drum for some more conventional crowd surfing.
My ears are ringing. My clothes are ringing wet. And I can't get this particular song out of my head: