Uh, damn. The Mould Band has not been shy about dipping into two Sugar LPs (no Beaster, even though Bob makes pretty clear in the bk that he knows it rules.) To me the thing to listen for on this and most Mould Band tracks are the differences between Wurster with Travis and/or Hart. I would have to say he’s better than both, although I don’t know if he could (or would) ever have put in as metronomic a performance as Malcom Travis on Copper Blue.
Come to our town, Bob Mould Band. I know we’re not Portland, but you could gig with the Dirtbombs and Human Eye. God knows Mick Collins is an ally, and I just don’t see Timmy Human/Organism bringing a band that can bring the jet engine/thresher-style pop violence and noise shanks.
By the way, I’m sorry, whose favorite drummer is Grant Hart? I think he’s good. I’m just saying it’s more than possible that a healthy, more fundamentally sound and at this point more sonically experienced Wurster (you seen his CV?) can play “Chartered Trips” better than a shoeless junkie and a fatty-bo-frontman ca. 1985. If you think that’s crazy, you’re crazy. Doubters should see the Bob Mould Band, maybe waiting out the Sugar-centric period. Really, it’s kinda like, imagine this legendary music being played by lads without the distractions of spike and juice and la-la-la. Then you get to stop imagining as it comes all over your nostrils and teeth.
Of course there’s the they were good because they were on drugs argument, also sometimes true, paradoxically. It’s just that this case isn’t one of those exceptions yielding that brand of proof. This stuff’s the rule that proves the rule - the Black Flag rule - that work makes bands.
Now it sounds like I’m calling the Huskers lazy. Hardly. Just troubled. You’ve got two books in your marketplace to prove that point, though, so I can go back to listening to this shite, now. Come to Detroit please, Bob. Or Ann Arbor! You can play with Wolf Eyes!