DamoXt7942 Another shocking album to change my music life and thought drastically. This nasty album “40 More Reasons To Hate Us” by industrial hardcore gang A.C. has been released in 1996 for such a cheap, dull musical scene, veiled in a dirty, vulgar sleeve. Each of 42 tracks except one of Manowar’s masterpieces “Gloves Of Metal” is quite momentary, launched via Seth’s magmatic mouth and loud, distorted, but strictly-played instruments .... as everyone says, might be heard similarly to another one in this album indeed, but at least for me, sounds like every single track should have a potential different from others.

From the beginning "Face It, You're A Metal Band" until "Everyone In Allston Should Be Killed", we can feel a smooth stream of a crazy loud mass. Not known such a fantastic foolish shout, produced with Seth’s mischievous and diverse, excessive voice appearance. Laugh out to listen to “Kill Women” (the title is not laughable though). And sing together the song "I Just Saw The Gayest Guy On Earth" featuring cheap Karaoke-ish falsetto voices and downtempo chorus, one bass chop. Some tracks are against renowned persons or older members of A.C. but who cares? They might play like heels or villains always on stage or on material, I imagine.

Perfectly they make a fool of the audience all around the album, but mysteriously we cannot get upset at all ... the reason is obvious as mentioned above. On the other hand, please listen to “Gloves Of Metal” filled with magnificent power and serious attitude for a metal masterpiece. Why not impressive, excellent?

DamoXt7942 What an impression. A masterpiece for me that has broken my traditional values for "rock". A. C.'s third studio album "I Like It When You Die" is kinda killer. At first look at the insane sleeve, and I don't know if you could realize why I purchased this album only "via this sleeve, without knowing them at all (lol)". And next moment an infernal feedback and deep, heavy phrases of Funeral March by Chopin (aka The 3rd Movement of Piano Sonata No. 2, Op. 35) attack us. Seth sings (shouts?) as well too rapidly (smartly?) for us the audience to understand well as words (actually more and more speedier than Napalm Death, such a speed God in the death metal scene). I've attended their gig in Osaka ... about 20 years before (when I was young!) and got completely knocked out by their powerful play and speed itself. And another surprise for me is that all of the three (Seth, Josh, and Nate) play speedily, heavily, deeply, and bombastically. Everyone says this band should be characterized by Seth's quirky voices but sounds like they should be another great heavy slush metal combo, at least for me.

Funny that they always make fun of somebody renowned, or around them (even an ex-member) ... this tendency has been heard especially via the previous album "40 More Reasons To Hate Us" ... not sure this "bad joke" is a kind of ceremony for our pleasure, or their ironic taste for the "sincere" world. Who cares? Why don't we laugh for their fun? "311 Sucks" or "Hootie And The Blowfish" should never betray our expectations really. The first expression reminds us of the artist, and the latter consists just of noisy explosion and violent words as usual. Hey don't look down of the world, the audience, but how interesting their antithesis is. Honest to say this stuff has completely changed my thought. Wondering if everyone could understand me - one of A. C. manias.

Vim Fuego The creation of noise or grindcore can be considered art, when executed with flair and creativity. For example, Merzbow is the audio equivalent of surrealist Salvador Dali, and Nasum would be a fair approximation to the mentally disturbing Edvard Munch. Anal Cunt, on the other hand, are the eleven year old boys who think the height of hilarity is to scrawl cock and ball pictures on the desk at school.

Yep, don’t expect much in the way of music when you play an Anal Cunt album, and you won’t be too disappointed. ‘Top 40 Hits’ is a pastiche of those awful old K-Tel records which had titles like “40 Pan Flute Favourites” or “’70s Swinging Samba”. The album starts with 30 seconds of piercing feedback, which morphs into muddy, distorted grinding noise. Sure, there’s guitars and drums here, and Seth Putnam’s ever present tuneless shriek, but there’s zero definition between instruments, very little which sounds like discernible musical notes.

The best thing you can say about Anal Cunt songs is that they’re short. If you hate this song, it’ll be over in a few seconds. Chances are though, you’ll hate the next one too, and there are 40 of them crammed into 38 minutes on this album. The band very rarely planned or wrote anything before recording, so a lot of what you hear is spontaneous and improvised, which explains a lot of the sloppiness.

If you listen to this and get offended, it’s your own fucking fault. There are plenty of clues as to the contents, like the band’s name, the band’s logo, the album title, the song titles, the band’s reputation. If you don’t like racism, misogyny, and generally offensive, nonsensical lyrics, then why the fuck did you listen to this in the first place? However, occasionally, just very very occasionally, something resembling a song emerges from the din. “Art Fag” is quite succinct (it conveys the same meaning as “pretentious pseudo-intellectual culture snob” but in far less words), perfectly skewers its target.

There are a few covers on here, although “cover” is probably too strong a word for a ten second bite of Elton John’s “I’m Still Standing”. “Theme From The A-Team” is quite recognisable, and fucking heavy, and thankfully, Seth shuts up for 45 seconds.” Stayin’ Alive (Oi version)” is hilarious, and the vocals are more a lawnmower Deth-esque bark than the Bee Gees’ fucking horrible falsetto And the closer “American Woman” is better than the Lenny Kravitz version, if you don’t mind not being able to understand the vocals.

‘Top 40 Hits’ was somewhat of a transition for Anal Cunt, moving from the artless noise of their early material toward the provocatively offensive blitzkrieg of their later career. The best way to appreciate this album is to simply read the song titles in a record store, have a chuckle, put it down, and buy something else. Even if you get the joke, this isn’t really worth paying for.