Rush is a band that very few people feel indifferent about.  You are either a music nerd who obsesses over their intricate song structures, session musician-level playing and the size of Neil Peart’s drum kit or you are a member of the general population who finds their music complicated for the sake of being complicated, written almost exclusively for young white men and can’t stand the sequel of Geddy Lee’s falsetto.  Whichever camp you fall into, it’s hard to argue with the tremendous playing, gleaming production and infectious songwriting of their 1981 masterpiece.  We discuss how we’ve lived with it for all these years.