Songs About Fucking

Big Black | Format: Audio CD

Product Details

• Audio CD (October 28, 1992)
• Original Release Date: June 27, 1988
• Number of Discs: 1
• Label: Touch & Go Records
• ASIN: B0000019GE
• Also Available in: Audio Cassette  |  Vinyl  |  MP3 Download
• Average Customer Review: 4.6 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (39 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #78,226 in Music (See Top 100 in Music)

Track Listings

1. Power of Independent Trucking

2. The Model

3. Bad Penny

4. L Dopa

5. Precious Thing

6. Colombian Necktie

7. Kitty Empire

8. Ergot

9. Kasimir S. Pulaski Day

10. Fish Fry

11. Pavement Saw

12. Tiny, King of the Jews

13. Bombastic Intro

14. He's a Whore

Editorial Reviews

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Genre: Popular Music
Media Format: Compact Disk
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Release Date: 12-FEB-1992

Customer Reviews

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22 of 25 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars sounds like a suicide caught on tape, January 22, 2000

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"doctoraftershave" (Minneapolis, MN) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Songs About Fucking (Audio CD)

Big Black is one of the key creators of industrial music. over the years, i have read enough stories about them to go out and buy this album (as a import copy) at a record store. when i got home, i found out that it was only 30 minutes long. furious that i spent so much on a imported CD that was barely longer that a sitcom, i went and played it anyway. I WAS FLOORED. this was one of the most darkest, sickest albums i have ever heard. starting off with "The Power Of Independent Trucking", Albini takes off into songs that are truly sick and twisted, with him screaming lyrics over punishing guitar riffs and equaling damaging drum machine loops. and all this with a (as we record engineers call) "incorrect" mix of the songs, sounding like they're coming out of a transistor radio that you would hear over machine gunfire. the whole album sounds like what you would have if you could capture the moment of suicide across the length of a record. i can see where Trent Reznor got his ideals from, but this album makes Nine Inch Nails sound like Disney records. this album is a must-buy, but it is not for the weak. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

45 of 56 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars You must own. NOW., August 5, 2005

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Wheelchair Assassin (The Great Concavity) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Songs About Fucking (Audio CD)

If forced to pick one band that best exemplified the indie-rock aesthetic, one would be hard-pressed to find a better choice than Big Black. Many of the acts typically credited with bringing alternative music to the mainstream have, for better or worse, been little more than angry pop acts (Nirvana and Nine Inch Nails being prominent examples), and even many more underground acts such as Pixies, Sonic Youth, and the Jesus Lizard released some material that was palatable to the mainstream, as their major-label runs attest. Big Black, on the other hand, was the real deal, a band that lived out the indie philosophy in both their music and in their resolutely do-it-yourself business practices, and paid the commercial price for it. Songs About F***ing was the perfect distillation of leader Steve Albini's philosophy: an abrasive, confrontational album that contained no concessions to the mainstream and no pretensions to socially redeeming value. This is music at its most twisted and evil, acknowledging no taboos as it challenged listeners to take or leave its assaultive sound and unpleasant lyrical content.

The key to the lasting appeal of this release lies largely in its simplicity. Like fellow pioneering noise-merchants Godflesh, Big Black distilled rock music to its most basic elements: guitar, bass, and drum machine. In spite of this minimal approach, however, Songs About F***ing is hardly palatable or unchallenging. What emerges from this combination of rock's traditional elements is a barrage of scathing, disembowling noise that pummels eardrums with a mix of astringent guitar squalls and pulsating industrial beasts. And of course, it's all topped off with the demented vocal stylings of Albini himself, making Kurt Cobain sound like Mel Torme as he howled and screamed his tales of depravity.

Mixing metal, punk, and the then-burgeoning genre of industrial with reckless abandon, Songs About F***ing constitutes a musical roller coaster of frightening proportions, and wraps things up in barely half an hour. The basslines and drum programming of Bad Penny and Colombian Necktie are enough to crack skulls, while Albini's vocals legitimately bring to mind a man in the midst of a nervous breakdown. L-Dopa is all punkish speed and aggression but infinitely more frightening, and the proto-industrial rage of Precious Thing and Kasimir N. Pulaski Day would send Trent Reznor up a tree. Even when the band slows down, as on Kitty Empire, the results are clenched, sinister, and intense. Tiny, King of the Jews (love that title) actually manages to be somewhat atmospheric, but it still relies heavily on that mix of disconcerting guitar noise and pulsating beats.

I've listened to pretty much every noted act in the extreme-music world, from Slayer to Godflesh to Meshuggah, and Big Black may have been the scariest of all. And Songs about F***ing in an unqualified triumph, one that oozes menace and integrity at the same time. Own it, or pose.

53 of 70 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars The ONLY way to experience this record for the first time, October 2, 2005

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Benjamin D. Collins (Fayetteville, GA USA) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Songs About Fucking (Audio CD)

I went to the dentist to get some fillings and they put me under the gas at least forty-five minutes before even starting the operation. When I left the office I stumbled to my car and got inside. Although most of my face was numb I lit a cigarette. I put this album in for the first time and turned it up really loud. I sat there in the parking lot of the dentist, face numb, still coming down off the gas, listening to Big Black and smoking for a minute or two before deciding to drive to Barnes and Noble to buy birthday presents for my friend's son. It was amazing.