Finally found some more copies of this killer album of gonzo grindcore from Sweden's Birdflesh, released back in 2006 in a limited edition of nine hundred copies. Here's my old write-up from the last time we had this bizarro blast of bonkers grind in stock:
From their nonsensical band name to the equally ridiculous song titles and lyrics and cover art (is that Sean Connery?), Birdflesh don't go out of their way to hide the fact that they are, indeed, a bunch of clowns. I mean, they have a song called "Wigdestroyer", and the lyrics go like this: "Here I come bored of everything / I go downtown to look for you / You are the ones who lost your hair / And try to replace it with an ugly wig / I rip it off and throw it to the ground/ Wig Destroyer..." And they do dress up as clowns when they play live. Some of them, at least. And yet the trio of Smattro Ansjovis (drums), Barbro Havohej (bass), and Achmed Abdulex (guitar) totally kill. It's insanely fast and punky grindcore that goes from hyperspeed blasting to thrashier, more mid-paced punk rock, and into that mix Birdflesh toss in their goofy song titles ("Crocophile", "After-ski Obliteration", "Mr. Big Head", "Handicapitation", "Dancefloor Dismemberment", "Moonwalk Massacre", "Victim Of The Cat"...you get the idea), and even weirder lyrics as with the aforementioned "Wigdestroyer", or other songs about being carjacked by a deer, having a head that suddenly grows to enormous size, or death by Jacuzzi. If you haven't picked up on by now, Birdflesh tap into the goofball genre-bending thrash of Spazztic Blurr, but deliver their silliness through crusty grind in the vein of bands like Nasum, Napalm Death or Sayyadina, minute long songs of ferocious blasting, trickey percussive fills and technical riffing that gets mixed up with weird bits of pop punk, goony nursery-rhyme type chanting or squeaky chipmunk vocals, silly samples, drum solos, operatic vocals, dogs barking, and other absurdity.