It Just Gets Worse, that's probably what people thought when A.C. (short for Anal C*nt) released their 6th full length album in 1999. Probably the most purposely and bluntly offensive band in the music business (if you can call their "noise" music), A.C.'s sole purpose is to offend everyone in living existence and/or humor them with their grotesque lyrics and bluntly labeled song titles.
It Just Gets Worse is no exception, with song titles like
I Became A Rape Counselor So I Could Tell Rape Victims They Asked For It,
I Sent A Thank You Card To The Guy Who Raped You, and
Domestic Violence Is Really Really Really Funny.
Despite their vulgarness, lack of sensitivity, and out right offensive nature, A.C. is a very controversial band. They are one of the few grindcore bands that don't settle for just grind, contributing to death metal, hardcore punk, and even melodic black metal side bands (all by the same members of A.C.), the members of A.C. prove that they do know what they are doing, whether they're joking around or not.
Some Recent A.C. History
The following paragraph is from Wikipedia.com
In October 2004, Seth Putnam overdosed on "a combination of heroin, crack, alcohol, and two months worth of ambien sleeping pills done all at once." As a result, he was comatose for several days and sustained severe nerve damage, needing months of physical therapy to recover. According to Putnam, doctors had intended to "pull the plug", fearing he'd spend the rest of his days as a vegetable. Some observers considered this poetic justice, given such Anal C*nt song titles as
Jack Kevorkian Is Cool and
You're In A Coma (both found on A.C.'s 1997 release,
I Like It When You Die).
Pros
This album itself is a piece of work. A ballistic fury of riffs and screams that sound more inhuman then human with belching growls that compare to Napalm Death and Agoraphobiac Nosebleed. Every song hardly exceeds one minute and to the untrained ear, all sound like mindless, psycho music, but to real grindcore fans, this album is a breakthrough in grindcore music. With standout micro tracks like
I Became A Rape Counselor So I Could Tell Rape Victims They Asked For It,
I Lit Your Baby On Fire,
The Only Reason Men Talk To You Is Because They Want To Get Laid, and
Chris Barnes Is A Pu**y (a direct assault on the vocalist by a Cannibal Corpse influenced band), A.C.'s
It Just Gets Worse is by far there most degrading, vile, yet amazingly funny and entertaining album yet. A "musically" perfect grindcore album.
Cons
The album tends to specify the abuse and degrading of women, which is one of the few A.C. topics I personally find very very trendy even by their standards. Also, with such songs as
I Like Drugs And Child Abuse,
I Convinced You To Beat Your Wife On A Daily Basis,
I Sent Concentration Camp Footage To America's Funniest Home Videos,
Women: Nature's Punching Bag,
Hitler Was A Sensitive Man, and
I Got An Office Job For The Sole Purpose Of Sexually Harassing Women, this album is more then less appealing to even some of the most dense and insincere people in the world. Also, A.C. are not known for their creative, yet somewhat justifying grotesque CD covers.
As far as the band goes, A.C. are no longer together and although they will never earn the title of Napalm Death's successors, they will always be remembered as a loved (mostly hated) band of grindcore.
**NOTE:
I as a reviewer for this album do NOT agree to the offensive topics of this band. I am a widely diverse music fan, and find A.C. to be a very amusing band to listen to in times when I just want to break the silence. My rating is based sololy on the amount of entertainment and production quality of this album and this band produce. I do not abide by, agree to, or promote any of the subjects proposed in this band's lyrics. Thank you.
