Carcass is recognized as pioneers in the grindcore genre. Their early work was also associated with tags like "splatter death metal" and "hardgore," owing to their macabre lyrics and gruesome album covers. Moreover, their 1993 album Heartwork contributed to their status as pioneers of melodic death metal.
The band frequently explores animal rights issues in their lyrics, and some members follow vegetarian or vegan lifestyles.
Studio albums
Reek of Putrefaction (1988)
Symphonies of Sickness (1989)
Necroticism - Descanting the Insalubrious (1991)
Heartwork (1993)
Swansong (1996)
Surgical Steel (2013)
Torn Arteries (2021)
Inpropagation
Carcass Lyrics
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Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake
For hot dry powdered human slag
Still steaming in the crematorium's grate
Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates
For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate
In the hallowed turf you lie, just for the taking
Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need
Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed
Spreading this human potash, as ash matured
Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead for use as manure
Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed
[Lead fills: Dust in the mausoleum by W.G. Steer]
Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns
Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire
Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch
These charred chassis desired
Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu
Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do
The nitrogen content's high, but the flesh is weak
At the graveside mourners cry, you're never to wake again
Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed
Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed
Ploughing this abhorrent human manure
Seeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead, for the soils to devour
Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed
And there's still no rest for the dead
I propagate, dust in the grate
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on crops
Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile rot
Incumbent, latent calories are spent
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corrupt
Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must, to the hot hearth the deceased are trussed
Harvesting the defouled, to fertilize my soil
Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils
Reaping the gone, to nourish the land
Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand
Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed
Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean
So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead
Their rest which I disturb
Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones
My cash crops now grow
The lyrics to Carcass’s song Inpropagation describe the disturbing and gruesome practice of using human remains as fertilizer for crops. The singer calmly describes pillaging the sanctified crematorium for hot, dry powdered human slag, and using the charred sinew and deteriorated flesh as topsoil to replenish and nourish seed. The chorus describes the necessity of “feeding the ground” with the remains of the dead, and the singer takes pride in their “fecundate spoils” and ability to restore the balance of nature through defalcating the departed and reaping them for the land.
The lyrics evoke a sense of horror and disgust at the desecration of the dead, and raise questions about the ethics of using human remains for agricultural purposes. The use of technical terms such as “bio-organic ebullition” and “abhorrent human manure” adds to the clinical, detached tone of the singer, further emphasizing the disturbing nature of the lyrics.
Overall, Inpropagation deals with the juxtaposition of life and death, and the idea that death can be used to sustain life in a cyclical process. The lyrics challenge traditional notions of mortality and raise ethical questions about the boundaries between life and death.
Line by Line Meaning
Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney
Weak and uninteresting smoke rises from the melancholic chimney
Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake
I steal undisturbed in the sacred coffin
For hot dry powdered human slag
I want the dry and hot remains of humans
Still steaming in the crematorium's grate
The remains are still hot and smoking in the furnace
Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates
The organic matter is bubbling and drying, leaving bones, tar, and fat behind
For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate
I use this harmful gardening method to cultivate crops
Your mortal mechanism dies, in nutrients rich
When you die, your body is full of nutrients
In the hallowed turf you lie, just for the taking
Your dead body lies in the soil, ready to be taken
Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need
The burnt tendons are just as useful as lime, and I don't need any phosphates
Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed
The decayed flesh is used as soil to nourish and replenish the crops
Spreading this human potash, as ash matured
I spread this human ash as matured potash
Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead for use as manure
I recycle my harvested crops by using the dead as manure
Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed
People cry, but the soil still needs to be nourished
[Lead fills: Dust in the mausoleum by W.G. Steer]
Instrumental break with a song title reference
Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns
I gather and spread the spilled contents of urns
Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire
Every single piece that looks like burning ember
Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch
Putting out any hope of a beautiful farewell
These charred chassis desired
I want these burnt body parts
Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu
Funeral rites are performed, blackening the chimney
Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do
Come into my hateful underworld, there is still work to be done even after death
The nitrogen content's high, but the flesh is weak
The flesh may be weak, but it has a high nitrogen content
At the graveside mourners cry, you're never to wake again
People cry at the grave, knowing the dead will never wake up
Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed
The burnt meat rejuvenates the soil, helping the crops grow
Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed
I use cremated bodies as my resource to feed the plants
Ploughing this abhorrent human manure
I plow through this disgusting human manure
Seeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead, for the soils to devour
I use this rich harvest to plant crops, and I need more dead bodies for the soil to consume
Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed
The dead are bled dry because the soil needs to be nourished
And there's still no rest for the dead
Even after death, there is no rest for the dead
I propagate, dust in the grate
I spread my crops and ashes
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on crops
Ashes and dust are mixed with water and sprayed on crops
Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile rot
Charcoal, fats, flesh, and soot are nourishing the land with active and fertile decomposition
Incumbent, latent calories are spent
The inert and hidden calories are used up
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corrupt
Ashes and dust are renewing the land with corrupted corpses
Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must, to the hot hearth the deceased are trussed
I scrape the mortuary remains, and the hearses are necessary to bring the dead to the hot furnace
Harvesting the defouled, to fertilize my soil
I harvest the defiled remains to fertilize my soil
Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils
I use my fertile spoils to rejuvenate the used land
Reaping the gone, to nourish the land
I use the dead to nourish the land
Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand
I cleverly replenish the exhausted land with my method
Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed
By using my method, I restore the disturbed balance and plant my crops
Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean
I steal from the departed, eagerly taking the remains
So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead
I say my sorrowful apology and shed tears for the dead
Their rest which I disturb
I disrupt their peaceful rest
Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones
There should be rows of grey tombstones in this area
My cash crops now grow
My valuable crops now flourish in this area
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