Times are hard for Seth Putnam. His body slowly recovers from a drug induced coma which reduced him to a wheelchair. His soul can't ever possibly recover from the immense amount of hatred that he's spewed into the world. After ridiculing any and all forms of weakness in others for twenty years, Seth's train has come in: in the most beautifully ironic way possible, Seth is a completely pathetic self-parody.
Seth's drummer Nate is leaving: "Even before Seth's coma, Anal Cunt was already a mere shadow of what it once was. Honestly, Anal cunt should have broken up in 1999. To be even more frank, I think Seth needs a live-in nurse and a bedpan, not a band. By his own hand, Seth has robbed himself of middle age. He went instantly from a 36 year old drug addict to a 90 year old invalid. The spectacle and circus that involved being in Anal Cunt grows tiresome after a while."
If you know of Seth Putnam, it's probably as the vocalist for Anal Cunt, the most offensive band in the history of the world. Boys laugh at their song titles throughout middle school and occasionally listen to their music for short amounts of time. I can't blame them for disposing of AC as soon as they can grow decent facial hair, but they're wrong if they think that moral depravity is all that AC has to offer...it's only the overwhelming majority of what AC has to offer.
Do I hesitate before I place Seth Putnam up there with Iggy and GG as one of the most insane stage presences ever? Only for as long as it takes me to consider whether I mind exaggerating a bit! At any rate, insanity at this level isn't easy to comprehend. It's like wondering how bright the sun is. Anal Cunt in fact nearly became Allin's backing band in the late 80s but lived too far from the legend to actually go through with it. See what Seth was doing on stage durig his salad days circa 1988:
(Four MP3s on the flip side)
I'm also impressed/horrified by the early Breaking The Law 7". Side A features a live set that lasted for about 3 minutes followed by an argument between Seth, the audience and a girl Seth had just hit in the face with a microphone...Seth spent that night in jail. Side B is similar. After only a few minutes of "music", the crowd (including Seth) broke out into a small scale riot. One crowd member sustained a concussion, not to mention a broken jaw. Do I call this 7" nice sound-poetry? I would, but some dude yells "play freebird!" on side B - disqualified! All the gory details to accompany the sounds are available here.
I might also call their 5,643 Song EP a nice conceptual work. But I don't, mostly because Seth is a low brow degenerate. Also, I'm not really sure what conceptual art is. Nonetheless, an impressive and incomprehensible twelve minutes of grinding noise. As if one AC song weren't violent enough, try 16 at once!
Also worthwhile is the Painkiller-indebted Death's Head Quartet record.
A few months before Seth's coma, I played with AC at a dive bar in Clifton, NJ. Because my guitar amp had been stolen a few nights beforehand, I decided to ask Jeff, AC's guitarist, if I could borrow his. After wandering through the most disgusting, dusty, soggy basement imaginable, I found the band sitting on the floor around a bottle of Jack. They happily let me borrow the amp but had reached mean drunk status by their time to play. "Who here hates faggots?" and like questions got no response from the twenty people in the crowd. After a few minutes, Seth said "fuck you all" and stumbled off stage. Guess he's not interested in high art anymore...