I'd been a fan of Husker Du throughout the 80's, and was saddened by their demise. Little did I know that Bob Mould would come back with something as good as this, indeed as great as this. Packed to the brim with punchy power pop, it was the soundtrack to my hour long drive to and from work for many months during that year. I ran a small engineering sales store in Birmingham with just a couple of employees. I was lucky enough to be able to take my rag tag mongrel dog,Jodie, into work every day. This album reminds me of driving down the Birmingham New Road, Jodie hanging out of the passenger window, and the sound of Sugar banging out of the car stereo. Stu, Sam and me (and Jodie) would stop for a break at 10.00am and eat Sausage sandwiches, and I'd put the ghetto blaster on and the guys would say "oh jesus, not this again!". Jodie never complained...just carried on eating the sausage.
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