Though side two sorta trails off into the mush, this is the pop album we were expecting. “Pop,” of course, is used very loosely when taken in the context of the sound that the Hüskers produce. Kudos to Bob Mould’s psychedelic shred guitar for taking this band into the stratosphere. But its the real melody strewn out everywhere and the intelligent lyrics that make the trip worthwhile. And while “Books About UFOs” is my fave, I love the message (and out-and-out thrash) of the title track.
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As Published in the Dead Air Diary March 1985