Fangs

Perhaps it is never quite completely aging out of being that 14 year old girl haunting the local Hot Topic to the tune of Jack Off Jill, but this is one of my comfort reads. Steve Albini died today, which is acutely devastating given how profoundly Big Black informed my own music, and I couldn't focus on studying, so I took a long walk and found this in the local comic store. I've read it numerous times but never owned it, so I nabbed it, went next door to the coffee shop, and sat down with Fangs and a Latté. I'm feeling a fair bit better for having done so.