everyone should be killed

If time is money then, by writing this review, I just made Seth & Company more cash. At least to pay for Seth's throat lozenges for use after the screaming and the hydrochloric acid gargle beforehand.

I don't see a dime of it, though. In fact I actually bought this here album. And it sitting on my desk right now. Never to be played again.

The disc, that is. I ripped it to lossless FLAC.

And what a disc it is: You have to have the full package to appreciate it. The cover photo is classic (the guy in the black shirt...this is not his lucky day). The small foldout isn't much (just posterized images of the mens' faces with a closeup of a bloody fist). And there's the track titles! And the band's logo!

The music is pure brutality. There may be a discernible word or two here and there. But it's just brutal music with an impressive sonic range of screams and grunts from Seth. I love playing this album to posers who think they're hardcore. This thoroughly destroys "nu-metal", metal which is not as good as the old stuff.

What? You want a message? Go and IM some online suburban sociopath. You want something friendly and accessible? Try a perverted fetishist. I, unfortunately, know of a few who wouldn't mind getting to know and use you then giving you some love. Usually on your leg or elsewhere. And they're not even my neighbors in the SBT who own non-functioning freezers in the basement which are put to...ahem...quite unsavory uses unrelated to long-term food storage!

Well, maybe it does involve "food". But I digress.

Compared to the many wicked-evil things in the world, AxCx doesn't compare. It's brutal for the sake of brutality with tongue firmly planted in cheek. Anyone who takes this seriously just simply doesn't get the joke. Those kind of people are by far much worse than my wonderful neighbors.

I can think of much worse things to do, such as following up on the plight of a former neighbor. Last time I heard he's become a welfare king using his tainted DNA to create more abominations of "life" that would make a eugenicist cringe. Listening to this album is a joy compared to witnessing the de-evolution of humankind in Reality itself.

Maybe the album has a point with its title. I'd go one further: "Support World Peace: Nuke Humanity". There's your message! It's something fellow misanthropes should support for it takes a "precious" clichéd idea to its logical conclusion. This album would be a fitting soundtrack to that.

And then the album ends. And the screaming stops. And there's silence. It's poetic.

"Song #8" is one of the most beautiful and rewarding pieces of music ever recorded.

There is something magical about this album, which is a must for any fan of--what is this, exactly?--grindcore? Hard core? Punk? Noise? Whatever you call it, it's incredible: 2 slashing, thudding, fuzzed-out guitars, a thrashing drummer, and screechy, yelping vocals. The song titles are priceless (my personal favorite being "Well You Know, Mean Gene"), and seemingly random and utterly unindicative of what each track sounds like. Buy this, and enjoy a truly innovative musical experience.