I’m busy rediscovering the beauty of Husker Du. Greg was always the one I fancied but Bob was the one I wanted to read the Sunday papers with (on a huge sofa in our underpants while drinking coffee). Bob is the one who said “forget where and when punk started, the important thing is why…”. I loved the complicated structure Bob created in his songs and the speed and lyrical content (public transport problems, environmental issues, sexual politics). Husker Du and their hardcore mates (Meat Puppets, Dead Kennedys, Black Flag) put punk back underground after it had reached the bargain bins in Woolworths. At the same time in England we had Discharge and The Exploited but they were a joke, their followers were glue sniffing, ugly, part time vegetarians with a contradicting swastika on one arm and an anarchy symbol on the other (and not a tune between them ). Husker Du imploded in 1987 and if you fancy taking a listen I suggest you start with ‘Warehouse’ and work your way backwards. Husker Du translates as ‘do you remember?’ in Norwegian or Swedish (I forget which). Bob Mould has a blog nowadays and you can read it here.