Big Business

Nobody really needs to know anything about Big Business, except what they sound like. But here’s some extra claptrap. They’re gonna play this shit until the wheels fall off. And the shit is funny, way more funny than screamo, more like old Steve Martin records. Indeed, they’re from the Pacific Northwest, but not every band from the Northwest sounds like the Sonics. You’ll listen and maybe wonder: “What are these songs about?” Save yourself the trouble, these are garbage men after all.  They don’t worry about the music, and neither should you. What really matters is that it’s hot, at least 12 inches and slathered in pepperoni. Then again, according to the dudes, the songs don’t write themselves. Nobody needs to conduct an aptitude test to find what is cool about Big Business. They’re surely man enough to break out the mini-keyboard. It’s just not even serious. If you call breaking legs for a loan shark a regular job, then you could even say that these guys are just part-time players. Pros in the rain with hardly any V.D. It’s pretty standard, usually the artificial highs outshine the natural ones. Tell the ex-wife to fuck off. Show us yours and we’ll show you ours. Big Business is just two guys.