steady diet of nothing would have to be my least favourite fugazi record. this isn't to say i don't love it - quite the contrary - but rather to say it doesn't have the energy or sheer force of will that the other records burst with. instead it has a darkness, a sullenness that makes it one of those records you can only listen to at very particular times. like now, with the sky closing in and the late-afternoon exhaustion making every movement a trial.

this being said, the only knuckle tatts i've ever seriously considered read KYEO.