In the roar of amps, Albini’s fury found,
Raw power unleashed, no pretense around.
Gritty chords, vocals raw, a primal scream,
In every riff, rebellion gleamed.
Heartbeat of punk, pounding fierce and fast,
Through distortion’s haze, his legacy cast.
No frills, no fluff, just pure, brutal sound,
In Albini’s world, true grit was crowned.
Now silence falls, but echoes remain,
In the soul of the music, his spirit reigns.
A titan of noise, forever renowned,
In Albini’s world, the beat goes on, unbound.
