I went into a record store and tried to find something new to listen to. I wanted something loud, something that leaned forward. In desperation, I grabbed Beyond, a new record by Dinosaur Jr. I was never a huge fan of the band. They were fine, someone I knew even played bass for them for a while, but it was a time of great competition. There were a lot of bands worth listening to in the 90s. To my great shock, the record is actually good. It’s better than good. Mostly “mature” is an adjective best employed by critics. To the rest of us, it usually just means dull. But there’s a sense of texture to the songs on the record you can’t usually get without finding you’ve survived disappointments with your fuck-you engine in tact. This record has that.