Very rarely do I get to make dead baby jokes and have them be actually relevant to the subject at hand, so there’s no way I’m going to pass up the opportunity. Prepare to be offended!
How do you know when a baby is a dead baby?
The dog plays with it more.
What do you call a dead baby with no arms and no legs in a swimming pool?
What’s the difference between a dead baby and a trampoline?
When you jump on a trampoline, you take your boots off.
How are babies and the elderly alike?
Both are fun to throw out of moving cars.
What is the difference between a pile of dead babies and a pile of sand?
You can’t move sand with a pitchfork.
Anyway. You get the idea. I don’t think Infanticide actually sing about dead babies, but it IS grind, so hell if I know what the dude is shrieking about. A quick scan of the song titles indicate a predilection for violent subject matter, so good enough for me! These guys don’t bother trying to do anything fancy or conceptual; they plow through these 19 tracks like a bulldozer through a parking lot covered in dead babies. The band is Swedish, so there’s some death metal influence in the guitar, but otherwise it’s d-beats and face punches. You have 18 minutes to listen to some quality grind; just enough time to mulch some dead babies.