Paul Westerberg spent most of the 1990s acting like an adult, but in the 1980s, he was a Punk rock Rimbaud, drunkenly channeling a generation's confusion, frustration and glee into ragged anthems and, every so often, surprisingly tender ballads. While R.E.M., Soul Asylum and Husker Du were slowly advancing their careers, the Replacements were careening around wildly, pissing off record execs and cursing on national TV. The band may have been notorious for their tendency to get waste...  [+]