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Rating: I discovered Anal Cunt thanks to the wonderful compilation "The Master of Noise" published by S.O.A. Records, where they offered some completely improvised tracks, all screams and noise, short and frantic, in typical noisecore style. Some time later, to my great surprise, I saw that the glorious Earache had even released a CD of theirs! What madness, what a sign of decadence, a must-buy immediately!
The titles, I think used for the first time, are quite stupid (but fun) for example "Brutally Morbid Axe Of Satan", "MTV Is My Source For New Music" or are in the style of "Some Songs", "Some More Songs"... We are far (as titles) from A.C.'s later works, here no one is gay, there are no women to beat or people to insult, instead I'd say we're in a phase where there are no lyrics yet. Musically the offering is pure totally improvised noisecore, with atonal guitars, drums played as if they were bins and screams galore. A little treat are the covers, among which stands out the one of "Unbelievable" by E.M.F. (the others are indistinguishable).
The 58 tracks (actually more) last 58 minutes, and I must say that listening to it all in one go is a bit exhausting, but I like their garbage and the pill is less bitter than it seems. For a musical scatophile, it's 4 stars, for a human being it's zero stars - the rating I give it - even though I consider myself a fine gourmet in the matter of fecal music.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
23 Radio Hit (01:04)
why won't you ever leave me alone
always driving up to mass or harass me on the phone
i hate your fucking guts and i can't stand you
get the fuck away from me you fat fucking jew
CHORUS:
i can't stand you, you fat fucking jew, i can't stand you, i want to fucking kill you(x2)
what do i have to do to make you go away
i've tried saying fuck off and even lied and said i'm gay
you're totally annoying with everything you do
get the fuck away from me you fat fucking jew
CHORUS
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By sfascia carrozze
The elegiac Anal Cunt are the ultimate in terms of mellifluous melodies gracefully elevated to power.
The idyll is even more effective if during the meditative listening you gulp down in the Gargarozzo an immense heap of Pane Frattau and a healthy scoop of Casu Marzu.
