Mad Anthony’s Ringo Jones and Adam Flaig wield two guitars as loud as Krakatoa’s megaton hissy fit, and Marc Sherlock hits the drums with an impact that has to be measured in velocity and foot-pounds per square inch. And through it all, Jones howls like an enraged mutant singing into the exhaust fan of a jet engine at full thrust, defiantly remaining audible over the din. Mad Anthony’s live shows and catalog over the past decade have earned the band a zealous and righteous fan base, but its latest project, the yearlong Mad Anthology, is insanity on a massive scale. Built on its well-executed plan to write and record a song a week, alone and with numerous brilliant friends, for 12 calendar months, the band released the results online weekly. With that stone successfully pushed up a steep hill, the only thing crazier would be to release the results in physical form. Meet crazier: Mad Anthology: Volume One, a collection of highlights from the series, is on track for a vinyl and CD release, with plans in the works for further volumes getting hard-copy runs. I’ll have what they’re having, in a much smaller dose.