What's become of the baby... I'm not sure why, but when I got this CD, the title immediately made me think of when I was in Junior High and this police officer came to our classroom to Talk About Drugs. The grand finale to his lecture was a charming little anecdote about a couple he had busted that were heavily into marijuana. Apparently, during one big pot-binge, the woman accidentally cooked and served her baby to her husband, had basted it and everything and then stuck it into the oven while it was still alive.
Now, I don't know how many people out there have kids, but unless it was an absolute newborn, there is no way that some kid is going to lie in a basting pan and let you accidentally smear butter all over him or her and then pop the pan in the oven. Babies grab for fingers and hair and skin and hold on damned tight-turkey and chicken carcasses just don't do that. Plus, I've done a lot of crazy stuff in my time, and I have never once been so fucked up that I've accidentally cooked a cat, reptile, or kid-at 27, I'm thinking that this story was a complete fabrication. Why do grown-ups lie to kids so much?
Well, as it happens, this CD has nothing to do with pot binges or eating children, it's just good old-fashioned punk rock. Nothing terribly extraordinary here, but nothing extraordinarily terrible, either.
by Holly Day