Disturbing) That the Cunts (who I believe are spelling the band's name out rather than writing C*nts or Cnuts for the first time in over 25 years) do not sequence this retrospective (their third) chronologically is not only not a problem, it's a revelation. Considered the first Chicago punk band, the Cunts qualify on naughty name and absurd d.i.y. semi-existance far more than they do sonically, as they remain the odd man out in Chicago punk history (odder even than Skafish) precisely because they never sounded like cookie cutter punk/hardcore/trash rock. That tracks recorded in 1978 don't feel much different than tracks recorded in 2002 is made more amazing in that the Cunts don't really care what they sound like -- they somehow maintain their sonic aesthetic while jumping from garage rock to Doors-sounding stuff to noise to novelty rock to whatthehellisthat rock. Any south sider can tell you what it's like to feel a certain pride about being from the "real" Chicago while also knowing that all the cultural action/good venues/happenings/places cabbies are willing to drive are north of us, and the Cunts kind of make the best of that, soldiering on in blissful, working class semi-invisibility, not giving too much of a fuck about being ignored for 35 years. This collection (limited to 1000 copies) is simply Cunt-tastic!