The C*nts
Eat My Nuts
Disturbing Records, 2004

I heart the latest album from The C*nts (their asterisk, not mine) so f*cking much that I want to make out with it. These guys are from the south side of Chicago and do their neighborhood proud, knocking out about 2 LPs a year since the late 1970s - or before punk was synonymous with multiple facial piercings, mohawks, and leather. Before most of the spanger punks in the Upper Haight, South of Market, and downtown were born. That’s a long time.

So why aren’t they as big as the Misfits or the Ramones or Minor Threat? Is it an aversion to mainstream advertising and the culture of capitalist materialism and mass production? Maybe. But not necessarily. Do they suck? F*ck no. If a comparison must be drawn, The C*nts remind me of The Dead Milkmen’s humor and tone and super early Flaming Lips sound. Ish.

For whatever reason, these four guys press a DIY limited edition of 1000 CDs per album. Nobody’s making enough money to hire an ad man off 1000 CDs, even if it’s solid punk with some classic psych-surf and garage rock tastes thrown in. They even feature a Hammond organ. Need I say more?

But don’t let the lack of hype fool you. Eat My Nuts is a f*cking phenomenal addition to The C*nts repertoire – the beauty part is that it comes with 6 tracks from the out of print albums Oh, No, It’s The C*nts and La La La. Snatch it up and go see these f*ckers before they shrivel up and die. – Valeria Vegas