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THE REVIEW
1000 wounds
459 are the things that went wrong
800 are the Watts with which I listen to "Squirrel Song" so Rough and Heartbreaking
1250 are the euros I owe Miriam for having destroyed her scooter
215 are the times I inserted the disc and heard "To the one true God above" and I never got bored
900 is the engine capacity of Giancarlo's Panda in which drug use was frequent
2000 is the year I bought this record
22 are the reviews I've written
293 are the seconds waited before "Mama Gina" explodes in Noise rhythms
20000 were the lire I saved up to buy records every Friday afternoon
10 is the number you will see on your stereo when you listen to "Watch Song" and you will think (what a record!)
36 are the minutes that will entertain you during the listening
3 are the bands in which Steve Albini played
Too many are the bands he has produced
Few are the minutes I spent writing this review
About 100 are the seconds you will take to read it
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The review passionately recounts the lasting impact of Shellac's album 1000 Hurts, highlighting its intense noise rock sound and memorable tracks like 'Squirrel Song.' The reviewer connects personal anecdotes to the album's emotional power, praising its compelling energy and lasting replay value. The album is recognized as a significant work in Steve Albini's career and the noise rock genre. Overall, it's a deeply felt and enthusiastic endorsement.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
Shellac
Shellac was an American noise rock / post-hardcore trio from Chicago formed by Steve Albini, Bob Weston, and Todd Trainer, known for minimalist, tightly executed songs and a stark, live-sounding approach to recording.11 Reviews
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