It was that, while he was in hospital, he received a succession of phone calls from his classmates. They weren't calling to inquire after his welfare, or to wish him to get well soon: they hated him so much they'd rung up to tell him they were glad he was in pain.
A lot of what Albini did implicitly screamed hate me, please!' There were the spectacularly abusive columns he wrote for fanzines in his adopted home town of Chicago, the subject matter of the songs by his band Big Black, and even the way their records were packaged.
Rapeman, and his willingness to bad-mouth artists who'd availed themselves of his services as a record producer, usually for failing to live up to his own rigorous standards when it came to shunning commercialism and the mainstream music industry.
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