The cellblock was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The warden swung around angrily. “Awright, who dropped that pin? Somebody spoiling to be expurgated?”
These guys peel all the listener-friendly artifice off rock in search of the kind of purity that repels major label A&R reps. No wonder Albini likes ’em.
She pulled at his ears. He pulled at her ass. She stepped back, staggering and gasping, not like one would expect from a Queen. She grabbed at the jug blissfully.