Riff mark - oh man
Boy. Positives first: it’s very likely the loudest album of
1992. It has slightly better recording values than Scum. Also, it’s not John Zorn. Negatives: eighteen minutes of sixty-minute
noise. Blast beats over distorted guitars, played with sugar-and-Steel-Reserve
attention spans mirroring those of vocalist Seth Putnam, a post-GG inverted artist
who thrives on inside jokes and bigotry. I don’t know what he’s getting at, he just
squeals indiscernibly all the fucking time on Morbid Florist, in what could debatably be the greatest (I use this
adjective loosely) vocal performance in this subcategory of metal, or something
like metal and hardcore and grindcore (whatever, they’re signed to Earache). These
are troubled kids not giving a flip. Monotony + general disdain for fan base =
these gems for song titles: Some Songs,
Even More Songs, Some More Songs, Song #5, Song #6, Slow Song from Split 7”.
I think one of those stretches five minutes and the rest are less than one. Fine,
it’s a blur that starts and stops, then the track number on my CD changer bumps
a digit. Laughed at the EMF and Eddy Grant covers, if you can call them that. God,
I’ve written too much about this stuff and now unify with a niche that spends
more time analyzing the band than the band does tapping creative veins. AxCx is
an irregular triad of grindcore, performance art, and comedy. Music by a
thread; as long as it holds sticks, strings, and microphones, it requires
expectations.
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