MORE ABOUT BABY STAB HORROR
The fine folks at rotting corpse records have a knack for finding some of the sickest players in America's underground. The blackened thrash of Massachusetts' BABY STAB HORROR is certainly no exception to that statement. In fact, they may very well turn out to be the MVP of the label's roster.
BABY STAB HORROR takes an approach that sees the straight-forward pummel you'd expect to hear from Lamb Of God's unwashed little cousin and slams it into a mountain of melodic malevolence. The elements of black metal, prevalent as they are, are not polished enough to sight the likes of Dimmu Borgir as a reference, nor are they muddied enough to be pigeon-holed as a "basement band". In other words, to paraphrase that porridge stealing bitch Goldilocks, this shit is just right.
With technical riffs, artful soloing, the chilling ambience of keyboards and vocals evil enough to drive nuns to suicide, MANIFESTO INFERNALE shows the world that BABY STAB HORROR have not come to fuck around.
- Pit Magazine #59