- Anal Cunt, known for its extreme and offensive content, pushed the boundaries of music and performance.
- Their concerts were notorious for chaotic and violent incidents, including an event where Seth Putnam assaulted an audience member.
- Despite controversies, the band left a lasting impact on the grindcore genre, embodying its confrontational and unapologetic spirit.
Oh, where to begin with the illustrious journey of Anal Cunt? A band whose name alone could serve as a litmus test for how quickly you can clear a room of polite company. It’s a tale as old as time: boy meets guitar, boy meets microphone, boy screams into microphone with such fervor that it makes you wonder if he’s angry at it for personal reasons.
Let’s set the scene: chaotic live performances, the kind that make health and safety inspectors wake up in a cold sweat. Imagine, if you will, a performance art piece where the art is seeing how quickly you can turn a music venue into a scene straight out of a dystopian novel. Violence? Destruction? All in a day’s work for the members of Anal Cunt, who approached live shows with the subtlety of a sledgehammer to the face. Speaking of which, Seth Putnam, the frontman, took that quite literally during a performance in San Francisco, deciding that a woman’s face was the perfect target for a microphone. A move so punk that the police felt compelled to give him a guided tour of the local jail.
Their music is like a warm hug, if the hug was from a cactus and the cactus was on fire.
But wait, there’s more. The band’s confrontational stance wasn’t just reserved for their live shows. No, they brought the same level of diplomacy to their dealings with record labels. Turning down offers from Earache Records initially because, why accept the first offer when you can hold out for… the same offer? It’s about principles, you see. Principles that involve operating at a loss and assaulting your audience, but principles nonetheless.
Now, onto their musical “style,” if we’re generous enough to call it that. Songs peppered with themes that would make a sailor blush and a censor weep. Racism, rape, cannibalism—no topic too taboo, no line too sacred to cross. Their discography is like a “how-to” guide for getting banned from every social media platform before it was cool.
And just when you thought they couldn’t possibly surprise you, they release “Picnic of Love,” an album that parodies love songs with the sincerity of a Valentine’s Day card bought at a gas station. Soft acoustic guitar, gentle falsetto vocals, lyrics about love and… picnics? It’s like finding out the school bully writes poetry about kittens in his spare time.
In conclusion, Anal Cunt’s career is proof of what happens when you throw caution to the wind, along with decency, respect, and possibly a few musical instruments. They’re not just a band; they’re a cautionary tale with a soundtrack, proving that yes, you can indeed make a name for yourself by being deliberately offensive. It’s just that the name might not be allowed to be printed in most publications.