Big Black- Steelworker & L Dopa

To paraphrase Steve Albini (The madman behind Big Black); It’s easy to piss off the “squares,” it’s much more fun pissing off “hipsters.” (Words to live by).

Big Black was oft referred to as “Noise Rock,” but Albini insisted they were Punk. Whatever they were, they were unforgettable.

Listening to Big Black is like listening to someone grind metal or maybe Big Black is what a Factory would sound like if it wrote music. Big Black is a fork scratched across a plate.

Big Black never wrote a song you could hum, shit after listening to them for a while you can barely think, and that was intentional.

Big Black’s music is a testament to the world many want to ignore, a world that is harsh, cold and brutal. A world outside the sugary pop music that fills our culture, and the pristine “white” images we are bombarded with every day on our televisions.

After Big Black broke up, Albini went on to play with Rapeman and Shellac (with whom he still plays). He also works as a Recording Engineer putting out albums by The Jesus Lizard, Pixies, PJ Harvey, and Louisville’s very own Slint (Who I will post about very soon).

Steelworker


CheekyScouseTwat

L Dopa


thesesails

The only good policeman is a dead one
The only good laws aren’t enforced
I’ve never hung a darkie, even a big one
I’ve never seen an Indian on a horse
And I live like this ’cause I like it
And seen too much to pretend
You can’t ignore the beauty in the things that you love
Like you can’t stand the hatred and the lies
Have you always hunted with your hands?
Can you show me what you’ve done?
Have you always hunted with your hands?
If you catch it, can you kill it?
You don’t understand, see you don’t understand
See, I’m like a murderer, see, I’m like a murderer
And I could rip you limb from limb
And I could rip you limb from limb
Great big thing crawlin’ all over me
Great big thing crawlin’ all over me
See, I’m like a murderer, I kill what I eat
See, I’m like a, I’m a hunter-gatherer, see, I kill what I eat
See, I’m a steelworker, I kill what I eat
See, I’m, I’m a bricklayer, I kill what I eat
See, I’m a, I’m a murderer, I kill what I eat
See, I’m a, I’m a hunter-gatherer, I kill what I eat
See, I’m a steelworker, I kill what I eat
I’m a, I’m a bricklayer, I kill what I eat
Great big thing crawling all over me
Great big thing crawling all over me
Great big thing crawling all over me
Have you always hunted with your hands?
Can you show me what you’ve done?
Have you always hunted with your hands?
If you catch it, can you kill it?
I live like this ’cause I like it
And I’ve seen too much to pretend
You can’t ignore the beauty in the things that you love
Like you can’t stand the hatred and the lies
See, see, see I’m a murderer, I kill what I eat
See, I’m, I’m a bricklayer, I kill what I eat
See, I’m a steelworker, I kill what I eat
It’s a great big thing crawlin’ all over me
Great big thing crawlin’ all over me
Great big thing crawlin’ all over me

 

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~ by fairlane on August 26, 2007.

8 Responses to “Big Black- Steelworker & L Dopa”

  1. It’s easy to piss off the “squares,” it’s much more fun pissing off “hipsters.” (Words to live by).

    Amen brotha is all I can say to that shit! Amen brotha!

  2. I am showing my age here, but more and more lately I’ve been swaying to the smooth sounds of Jello and his Kennedys. He had a mixture of awareness and sarcasm that is just about impossible to beat.

  3. O Jolly Roger, what an age appropriate and totally great comment that is. “Mixture of awareness and sarcasm”… that appeals to me, which is why Jello and company appealed to me then as now.

  4. Franiam pointed me in this direction and brother I am not disappointed. I also saw you up D-CAP’s gaff and I think you’re on to something with this drug stuff. It’s almost more taboo to write about that than to write blasphemous stuff about 9/11, no? I liked what you wrote over TUA about becoming an opiate addict out of spite. One piece of advice from someone who likes his Oxys, Big Perkys, etc.: they feel great especially if you chase them with hot cocoa or green tea but the constipation and the no-coming eventually is more unpleasant than the warmth is pleasant.

    I’ll write a couple of other taboo things on the subject of drugs now. (1) What Tom Brokaw forget to tell you about Angelito is that a couple of lungs-full has about the same strength as a lite beer. But the way to go about it is DIY, that way you REMOVE the impurities instead of taking extra in. Never touched the street stuff and never will. Not in a real big hurry to smoke ammonia. Shit, I don’t smoke cigarettes or pot (2) If you stick to hard drugs and avoid alcohol you can still work and fuck and sleep and live a normal life. The legal stuff is the poison.

    As for Steve Albini, everything the guy was ever involved with was the nuts.

    And without having seen your blog before, I decided to accompany my Iran comment with Johnny Thunders’s EVE OF DESTRUCTION for just the reasons you’ve paid homage here to Big Black.

    Man, I hated those hipsters when I lived in the city, but exile has its privileges. In Equatorial Latin America we have neither Fundamentalist war-mongering Christians, nor hipsters. Just a lot of relaxed people who like to have a good time.

    Te saludo, pue’, Pana

  5. Fran- Albini is still at it, and you have to love him. Shit he must be in his late forties at least.

    Big Black had a little “reunion” last year at Touch and Go’s 25th anniversary bash. Damn, I wish I was there. Scratch Acid played. I love me some Scratch Acid.

    Jolly- Bah, you’re age my black ass! Jello is great. Too bad he didn’t win when he ran for Mayor of San Fran.

    I can only imagine how the Wingnuts would respond to “Mayor Biafra.” He was going to make cops run for their jobs just like politicians, and the people who lived on their beat were going to be the only ones who got to vote.

    That would be something for sure.

    Personally, I think the music of our generation is far superior to that of any other. There are so many incredible bands from the mid to late 70’s on through the first half of the 80’s, and their influence was profound.

    Take Big Black for example, they are the progenitors of Industrial, with the drum machine and the harshness of their sound.

    The bullshit they roll out today as “punk” makes me want to fucking puke. Sum 41, Greenday, Blink whatever can piss off. “Punk rock?” Are you fucking kidding me? Those bitches would be eaten alive at a Black Flag show.

    Kelso-I concur, wholeheartedly.

    The truth is, opiates make me want to puke, and I can’t stand feeling like I have to puke.

  6. Everybody’s chemistry is different. I can handle opiates but two aspirin drop me like a sack of potatoes. I can handle Angelito but one hit of pot would have me under the covers crying for my mommy. I don’t really handle alcohol too well. One cold beer for refreshment or a double Jack Black on the rocks if I’m counting and tracking aces at Blackjack and I don’t want the floor manager to be suspicious.

    I’m 46 and grew up in NYC so you’re preaching to the choir on “punk rock.” Never mind Black Flag, the Circle Jerks would have eaten their lunch and they were little Jewish guys like me. I’ve seen them all from Johnny to Television to The Ramones to The Clash, Richard Hell, Iggy, X-Ray Spex, the Bad Brains, The Descendents, The Queers, The Stranglers and Jonathan Richman for a nice change of pace…I could go on…

    But I don’t think anybody really considers those bands you mentioned “punk.” And as far as Green Day is concerned, they make a nice introduction to real punk for young kids (easy transition for Kelso Jr to go from Green Day to early Clash) and they do have the courtesy to acknowledge a debt to The Undertones and The Buzzcocks. And their heart is in the right place politically. The other two are bubble gum.

  7. You’re just a little older than I, so I missed some of them. I was just a wee lad. I’d love to see Television, Iggy (Pre- Betty Ford clinic).

    I’ve seen a lot of those bands though, and I grew up in little old Louisville.

    But I’ll have you know for a time Louisville was considered the next “Seattle,” (Late 80’s early 90’s)and in hindsight some of our local bands had far more impact on music than Nirvana and those other lumps of clay. In fact, Slint, which I hope to post about soon, was deemed the first “authentic” post rock band. If you’ve never heard them YouTube has some videos. Albini produced their first album “Tweeze.”

    Then there’s Squirrel Bait, Solution Unknown, Evergreen (Not that cheesey one. Hard to find their stuff), Kinghorse, King Kong, and of course Billy Ray Cyrus. (Actually he’s from Big Bone Lick, KY. or somewhere in the eastern part of the state. And of course I’m joking. Although I do love a sweet mullett).

  8. thanks for the intro, fairlane. i will be downloading some big black tonight and get my listen on. you’re very right when you call it “noise”… the thing is i love noise.

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