Who says grindcore is all dried up? Anybody who thought that Napalm Death's "From Enslavement To Obliteration" was the last grind album worth anything at all clearly hasn't heard the new crop of bands that have adopted the Earache method as an ethos. Bands like Pig Destroyer and the Red Chord are pushing the limits of this, the most limited of styles (they are doing this right now...right....NOW...NOW...NOW). So for those grind-savvy individuals, who like a little innovation now and then, fear not! There is great grind on all side just waiting to be consumed. A.C. however, is not an innovative band. The music coming from this CD sounds like a heard of gazelle running over very hard earth while turning giant faucets on and off. Occasional one of these gentle creatures takes another one mutilates it or lights it's baby on fire. That's what A.C. sounds like.

The music isn't the real entertainment though. Anyone who enjoys this group (there are more than a few of us) probably just likes reading the song titles. Among the best on this album are "I Became I Counselor So I Could Tell Rape Victims They Were Asking For It" (which takes as long to say as there is playing time in the song), "I Paid J. Howell To Rape You," "Domestic Violence Is Really, Really, Really Funny," "I Made Your Kid Get A.I.D.S. So You Could Watch It Die," "Your Kid Committed Suicide Because You Suck," and of course "I Lit Your Baby On Fire." I find it impossible to take any of this seriously. These guys write songs to offend everybody but make their lyrics indecipherable. Every vocal is a piercing scream that sounds like it were emanating from an infant being run over a cheese grater and then run through a megaphone. There are only two exceptions: On the song "Tim Is Gay" (one of many songs about how gay Tim is), several of Tim's friends tell him that he is gay and should just admit it; furthermore, he's not fooling anybody, and so on and so on for fifteen seconds and then the song is over. The second exception comes on the song "Hitler Was A Sensitive Man" (do you need any more proof that these guys are kidding? Well how about "I Sold Your Dog To A Chinese Restaurant?" Yeah, you know they're kidding), where a bunch of guys slovenly croon the words to the songs title in the fashion of a jig, for fifteen seconds until the song is over.

There are several thematic elements that make their way onto this album. The band hate women, Jews, gay people, the band Extreme Noise Terror, Chris Barnes, their friend Tim by default (since apparently he's gay), crying babies (I just want to mention the song "I Lit Your Baby On Fire" one more time as it is the albums best), unborn babies (these lil' crazies are immortalized in the ballad "You're Pregnant So I Kicked You In The Stomach), your wife, and you. Of course they are kidding; whether that makes it okay to say all these things is up to debate. I can get a good laugh out of all of this when the mood strikes, but I wouldn't buy the album. Well I might, but I'd feel really really really bad about it later.........all right no I wouldn't. To be honest I really like this album. By default I like most of A.C.'s other albums too since they all sound like this one. One final note: A.C. stands for something highly offensive that I would dream of writing here (it starts with "Anal C" and ends with "unt"), and the logo is a graphical representation of the two orifices that I don't particularly feel like thinking about how to end this highly incorrect sentence in a correct manner. You know what I hate? The censorship that epinions enforces. It is ridiculous that one is not allowed to write the name of the group whose album is reviewed here on the review in question. Furthermore spew spew shoof shoof!


Recommended: Yes

Great Music to Play While: Driving