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letra de amen a pen a canal--enema! - steve albini

big black: amen a pen a c-n-l–enema!
by steve albini

(editor’s note: lest this swell article seem a rank batch o’ aggrandizement on the part of a thin white d-ck, allow us to say right here that we s’licited it.)

i can dig the ramones and the birthday party and the stooges and spk and minor threat and whitehouse and link wray and chrome and pere ubu and rudimentary peni and four skins and throbbing gristle and skrewdriver and the ex and minimal man and us chaos and gang green and tommi stumpff and the swans and bad brains all at the same time, and if you can’t then f-ck you. i don’t give two splats of an old negro junkie’s vomit for your politico-philosophical treatises, kiddies. i like noise. i like big–ss vicious noise that makes my head spin. i wanna feel it whipping through me like a f-cking jolt. we’re so dilapidated and crushed by our pathetic existence we need it like a fix. robin gecht hacked up a bunch of wh-r-s in chicago for it. gacy strangled b-ttboys for it. dean corll k!lled twenty seven (or more) schoolkids for it. imagine the bang–not just f-cking (which is about as severe a sensation as most people get), but f-cking little boys. poor little innocents who have never done anything bad to anyone, and here’s this savage splitting them -sswise. and he k!lls them. mean k!llings, like with an oxy-acetalyne cutting torch. or a p-ssed-on straight razor. b-ttf-cking little boys while butchering them. that’s how bad we need it. me, i’m not that desperate yet. i stick with the noise. but an articulated noise that hangs there in your memory and causes further damage. these guys i knew in montana really dug the whole ranch-hand aspect of the place. ball cutting, ear notching, lip tattooing and skull crushing. especially the skull crushing. they used to love to watch the cows die. it was either that or go home to the trailer park and watch their five half-naked siblings run around in the dirt. what would you do? big black is a way to get the old blood to boiling without having to b-ttf-ck and garrotte little boys, or hang around slaughterhouses. it’s as simple as that. i want to push myself, the music, the audience and everything involved as close to the precipice as possible. although i’m kinda worried about what we’ll find there. all the coolest pioneers of this noise spirit seem to have made the trip to the extreme, been unable, or unwilling, to push on, and tossed in the towel. spk and pil on elektra records, for christ’s sweet little boy b-ttf-ck murder’s sakes. alan vega making a disco 12″ with ministry backing him up. the stranglers using string sections. colin newman putting a kibosh on a wire reunion because his f-cking guru told him to leave music forever. husker du sounding like buffalo springfield, bad company, king crimson and husker du, all on the same record. is there something out there that signals, “hey, that’s enough. you’ve pushed the boundaries far enough. time to go home and suck for a while.” i want to find out. if big black suck in a year’s time, you can -ssume there is. and i’d like to apologize in advance for any 12″ scratch/dub/breakdance remixes we might make

- steve albini

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