Being called “Alice in Chains meets Helmet” sounds like a compliment, it really means, “remember the early ’90s sound? Well, this band is stuck there.”
It sounds like a funny idea to have Anal Cunt play sentimental acoustic songs, that’s what A.C. is: A funny idea that stopped being funny a long time ago.
It’s the mark of a truly seminal artist that, even thirty years after his death, you discover something new with every new vault-scraping from the archives.