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.
Buzzes comfortably on a shelf populated by Cheap Trick, Enuff Z’nuff, Elvis Costello, and Joe Jackson records, with punctuations of light-speed Zappa zaps.
Where Emperor and Enslaved have epic, riff-packed songs often surpassing ten minutes, Galder’s are more concise, straight-to-the jugular tunes. Catchy, even.
Three records later and Vader have soaked up like so much bile, the work of all those New York and Florida technical deathsters, ingesting and learning it well.