*Ruins your album*

Wouldn't you?

youtube.com/watch?v=wRa2IRVWpxI
So that's how you pronounce it

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>eats a roast beef sandwich

How much are you enjoying that?

I don't think Albini had a single thing to do with that record outside of setting up mics and pressing the Record button on his console.

much more than a big mac fries and a coke

impressive that this fraud has been able to hold down a successful producing career for as long as he has

How the fuck else would you pronounce it?

Why do the drums always sound the same in every record he touches?

probably steve al-bye-knee

*makes your album better*
m.youtube.com/watch?v=6bsT3EWlsJM

I've never heard an album with his name on it sound anything less than great production wise (aside from the Sotos meme album). And after listening to a ton of local bands from my area get absolutely butchered in the studio, I'd say that's a fairly impressive feat

shit plus shit is still shit, user. what you're trying to achieve only works when you multiply.

>*niggers everything in sight*

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>Jazz serves a cultural function in the music scene. It is a signifier for musical "adulthood." To embrace jazz is to don a kind of graduation cap, signifying a broadening of tastes outside "mere" rock music. This ostentatious display of "sophistication" is an insult, and I find the graduation cappers transparent and tedious. Certainly there must be interesting music one could call "jazz." There must be. I've never heard it, but I grant that it is out there somewhere.

Jazz has a non-musical parallel: Christiania, the "free" zone in Copenhagen. In Christiania, like in jazz, there is no law. People are left to their own inventions to create and act as they see fit. In Jazz, the musicians are allowed to improvise over and beside structural elements that may themselves be extemporaneous. Sounds good, doesn't it? Freedom -- sounds good.

The reality is much bleaker. Christiania is a squalid, trashy string of alleys with rag-and-bone men selling drugs, tie-dye and wretched food. Granted Total Freedom, and this is what they've chosen to do with it, sell hash and lentil soup? Jazz is similar. The results are so far beneath the conception that there is no English word for the dissappointment one feels when forced to confront it. Granted Total Freedom, you've chosen to play II V I and blow a goddamn trill on the saxophone? Only by willfully ignoring its failings can one pretend to appreciate it as an idiom and don the cap.