OK, enough with the gentle stuff. Here is a blast of noise from Steve Albini’s best band Big Black.

Somehow I always pictured Flannery O’Connor would have written things like this had she been born 30 years later and grew up in Montana. It’s hard not to smile at these lyrics, the images are so vivid. One can see the creepy lowlife cleaning the blood out of his car with a garden hose while Foreigner or REO Speedwagon blasts out of the speakers.