Pigfuck masterpiece. Abrasion abound. Albini's stylish sloppiness and morbid lyricism are inimitable, and the songs that come out on the other end are undeniably blood-pumping. I heard 'Songs About Fucking' far before this, and while I adore that album, I don't know if it has the same level of variety and experimentation. Regardless, this experience only further solidifies my adoration of Albini and his legendary output, which was already incredibly solid. Favorite Tracks: Jordan, Minnesota ~ Passing Complexion ~ Kerosene ~ Fists of Love ~ Bazooka Joe ~ Strange Things ~ Cables (live)

A blast, but I still think it's weaker than the best albums from the others in "The Big Four." Some cool song concepts, though.