I don't know about you, but personally, I've always had a soft spot for poetic groups with idyllic lyrics.
And 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 (Gorgoroth's first moniker) an immense heap of Pane Frattau and a healthy scoop of Casu Marzu.
As for the more or less prosaic drinks to water it all down, there is ample underarm freedom.
Musically the offering is pure totally improvised noisecore, with atonal guitars, drums played as if they were bins and screams galore.
For a musical scatophile, it’s 4 stars, for a human being it’s zero stars - the rating I give it.