Ah Big Black, how I love thee so. Not that Big Black themselves would approve of such mushy, pathetic sentiments as 'Love'. A true bastard band of hideous epic filth, revelling in the degradation of the world around them while burning it all down. Big Black was the sound of my youth and I was a very unhappy child. Also, they had the best artwork ever for a brutal noise rock explosion. The sound of your lungs collapsing while the busdriver rapes your kids. And I'm not saying that for shock value, that's what the songs are about. Classics everyone. Also, try playing 'Jordan, Minnesota' or 'Kerosene' in your techno set and see what happens (usually everyone leaves, but they're wrong so do it anyway). Just don't use 'Songs About Fucking' as sex muzak, though should you find someone it gets off, you're totally in luck.