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Steve Albini is the most uncompromisingly moral punk ever to commit tone to tape. “A lot of people think she’s crazy, but I, I know a lot of people and… I think she’s alright.” Two versions of this classic embedded here, one live in Tokyo in the early ’90s, and one studio cut.
A weekend of halcyon days in the sun gone, a few tunes should be put on. A few songs to put a person through an hour or so, to foment some small rebellion among the androids, to encourage a rising up against the civilized worm. Give the human race a try, get back to the [...]
In the midst of all that music coming out that’s demanding an equal amount of your diminishing time and attention (that amount is 100%, if you weren’t aware) there are still gems…. In no particular order, the records I liked the most this year are: Private Lives – Private Life (can still be bought as part of the Soul Jazz Records singles compilation.)
“Can you hear me now? Out on Rt. 128, the Dark and Lonely… I’ve got my radio on… Can you hear me now!?!? IT’S THE END OF RADIO!!!” Steve Albini, Todd Trainer, and Bob Weston, as the apparition Shellac of North America, emerge after seven years with the aural Sistine Chapel, the magnetic-tape committed Great [...]
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