When someone mentions Minneapolis, Minnesota, the name Hüsker Dü probably does not spring to mind. The home town of my favourite band is more famous for having given the world Prince, a man so diametrically opposed to the Hüskers, it is almost unbelievable that they are from the same place. But then (talented as Prince is), sometimes it is hard to believe that the flamboyant superstar is not a kind of shared, perverse fantasy. Therein lies his most vital difference to the Dü. The actual phrase ‘Hüsker Dü’ means ‘Do You Remember?’ in Norwegian. Sadly I do not; the band broke up just after I was born. As I listen to Bob Mould’s molten guitars spilling beautifully from my cd player, I get the sense that you don’t have to remember. Because they created it, and lived it purely on their own terms, the music remains more alive and ten times fresher than anything around today.