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Hüsker Dü just might be the most powerful rock band with the chintziest-sounding back catalogue, a cache of timeless songs entombed in dated low-budget production. Even as Hüsker Dü were expanding hardcore’s monochromatic palette with liberal splashes of ’60s pop, folk, and psychedelia, their recordings were still confined to quick ’n’ dirty DIY dimensions, with Mould’s omnipresent guitar squall routinely overwhelming Hart and bassist Greg Norton’s battering-ram momentum. And even after the band cut ties with Black Flag producer Glen “Spot” Lockett and seized control of the studio console from Flip Your Wig onward, the greater clarity and texture on Hüsker Dü’s later records still came at the expense of the rhythm section. While there’s no denying the intoxicating allure of all that distortion and the resilient melodies holding their ground within it, listening to a Hüsker Dü album can feel a bit like hearing the world’s loudest band trapped inside of a soda can—and in Hart, you had one of most irrepressible drummers of his generation playing on what sounded like a kit made of wet sand bags.

Of course, that’s nothing a proper remastering campaign couldn’t potentially remedy, but where peers like the Replacements and Meat Puppets have enjoyed multiple rounds of reissues, Hüsker Dü’s SST masters remain shackled in a long-standing legal limbo. As a result, any Hüsker Dü archival undertaking has had to dance around the most fruitful period of the band’s career: The Warner-released 1994 live album The Living End compiled performances from the band’s final tour in 1987; Numero Group’s 2017 box set Savage Young Dü keyed in on the band’s pre-SST origins.

But 1985: The Miracle Year might be the closest we’ll ever get to a Tim (Let It Bleed Edition)-style treatment of Hüsker Dü’s imperial phase. Its first disc, Minnesota Miracle, features a professional 24-track mobile-unit recording of a January 30, 1985 homecoming date at Minneapolis’ First Avenue, held two weeks after the release of New Day Rising. (In interviews at the time, Mould hinted they were prepping an official live album/VHS release that, alas, never saw the light of day.) If you came of age after Hüsker Dü broke up, it could be hard to square the band’s reputation as a Category 5 force of nature with their tinny-sounding recordings; certainly, there’s a sizable contingent of Mould fans who prefer the punchier, more polished records he’d go on to make with (the recently reunited) Sugar in the ’90s. But if Hüsker Dü have been relegated to one of those “you had to be there, man” bands, Minnesota Miracle is your time-machine ticket to experience the band at peak ferocity; from the moment Hart unloads the carpet-bombing backbeat of New Day Rising’s mantric opening track, the legend of Hüsker Dü starts to feel a lot more real.