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substituteWhen I heard them it was love, immediately.
On the printed page without music, their lyrics aren't that great most of the time.
The records sounded awful. Volume all over the place, buried vocals, and a thick dumb thudding drum sound that one engineer described as "golf clubs hitting a frozen mattress."
Live, you couldn't hear anything but Bob's guitar and it sounded like a power tool.
But they had HEART. I still can't hear most of their songs without singing along. The middle of the 1980s didn't have much heart. Slick pop, fun dance music, loud punk and industrial, and self-conscious jangle pop were all good in their own ways.
Husker Du just sang about how they felt, their horror and joy, their beliefs and fears, without any pretense or immature cynicism. And we sang along because we felt it too.
Thanks, guys.
On the printed page without music, their lyrics aren't that great most of the time.
The records sounded awful. Volume all over the place, buried vocals, and a thick dumb thudding drum sound that one engineer described as "golf clubs hitting a frozen mattress."
Live, you couldn't hear anything but Bob's guitar and it sounded like a power tool.
But they had HEART. I still can't hear most of their songs without singing along. The middle of the 1980s didn't have much heart. Slick pop, fun dance music, loud punk and industrial, and self-conscious jangle pop were all good in their own ways.
Husker Du just sang about how they felt, their horror and joy, their beliefs and fears, without any pretense or immature cynicism. And we sang along because we felt it too.
Thanks, guys.
