Man, Does That Rhythm Section Ever Swing

An awesome screech and scrawl has been heard 'round Duty headquarters the past few days. This sick combination of shattered-glass guitar chords, 808 bumps and pumps, and skinny guy hollering has also been heard emanating from the official Duty roadster and endorsed Duty-phones.

Yes, folks, the name of the band is Big Black and you've been warned.

Without these cats cynicism, venomous sarcasm, and Ministry wouldn't exist***. They were as angry as anything you'll hear, a feat all the more enticing since it came from such nerdy-looking duders. Just listen to Albini's snarl. Hear that absolutely wretched clinky guitar tone. Dig those good beats you can dance to. The Heavy Duty staff loves the 80s scene and thinks Big Steve is kinda funny, so it's no wonder we've been a-blastin' Atomizer on those drives to work and during these here hot-bloggin' sessions. There was no hemming or hawing with these guys: just angry tunes about mid-Western groping, slaughterhouses, Friday night pyromania, and many other mundanely creepy topics. They were smart fellas and checked their social betterment tracts at the door. Let's hope the Electrical fanboys YouTube the reunion.

***C'mon, you didn't think that stuff existed before '82 did ya?