HUSKER DU, In Their Own Way
“In Switzerland, they kept slammin’ the microphone into my face and throwing beer cans at us all night. So the next person that did it, I just put my foot right in his chest and pushed him about 12 feet across the floor. I said, 'Would you please turn the house lights on?,’ and they turned ’em on—and I just went out after the guy.
HUSKER DU, In Their Own Way
Mark Dery
“In Switzerland, they kept slammin’ the microphone into my face and throwing beer cans at us all night. So the next person that did it, I just put my foot right in his chest and pushed him about 12 feet across the floor. I said, 'Would you please turn the house lights on?,’ and they turned ’em on—and I just went out after the guy. I told the rest of ’em that if they wanted to take a shot at it, c’mon up.
The Price is Right, y’know?”
—Bob Mould
The Price Is Right....Husker Du...board games, both. Of course, in addition to being a fine board game, Husker Du is also a fine band. They’re the missing link between Lennon/McCartney and industrial din. A wood chipper eating an electric guitar. A muddy combat boot to the groin. Critics have called their music “trebly fury,’’ “auricle-bending clatter” and “disciplined frenzy,” but Bob Mould, Grant Hart and Greg Norton simply call it Husker Du.