To this day I can't believe I passed up the chance to be at this gig in favour of catching some pseudy art flick with a girl I was desperate to bump uglies with. Dumb, dumb and dumb, in that order. Had I known Albini was fixing to pull the plug on Big Black almost immediately afterwards I'd have been cracking heads to be at notorious West London stink-dive, the Hammersmith Clarendon. Hormones, eh?
Still, at least this live recording of BB's last UK show (24/7/87) gives an impression of what was missed. It was doing the rounds as a bootleg for ages and this CD is basically the soundtrack album to the 'Pigpile' video release that can't be had for love nor money these days and which ought to be re-released on DVD - if only to stop me going mental trying to track down a copy. Mixing numbers from 'Atomizer' and 'Songs About Fucking' plus a couple from the earlier EPs, this show must have been a blitzkreig of sonic intensity for those lucky enough to be there. Well risky in the pit, too, if other Clarendon gigs I attended in the late 80s are any guide. Albini and his cohorts do nothing whatsoever to alleviate any tension and/or menace in the room - happily trading venomous insults with the London scum in between carving out crank-fuelled guitar-shredding slabs of aural bombardment and lyrical spleen that made Big Black the most vital, dangerous and corruscating outfit in rock history. Most fan faves are here - 'Passing Complexion' with its swirling maelstrom of harmonics and bass rumble; the chainsaw picking intro of 'Kerosene'; 'Fish Fry' with its atonal thrash and homicidal humour and culminating in a dragged-out and gangbanged version of 'Jordan, Minnesota'. Some stuff on the bootleg isn't here, notably a version of Wire's 'Heartbeat' with a guest appearance by Bruce Gilbert, but 'Pigpile' conveys the full brutality of a band at its peak - the ideal moment to split up, as Albini correctly noted.
Big Black were, and still are, about the most punk band to ever emerge from the US - in terms of sound, impact, vision and total lack of compromise. Get this CD - well, get everything and anything they ever did 'cause it's all good. Of course, should some lovely person decide to re-issue the video of this show, then get that instead - looks fun, from the clips up on YouTube, with Albini's 'rocket guitar', irresponsible use of fireworks and sweat-soaked thuggery a-go-go. Because this OUGHT to be the video is why it's just 4-star not 5, but for anyone that's discovered the two studio albums and craves a taste of the live experience this is a decent enough document. Just wish I'd been there in person...(and she turned out to be a crap shag, BTW...)