This is someone’s idea of a sick Saturday morning cartoon. Brooklyn’s Child Abuse takes grind metal to a new level with their self-titled debut. It’s not guitar, but keyboard-heavy, though the strafing drum fire and dirt-choked vocals emblematic of the form are ubiquitous. Outre synths, sugar highs and audible versions of cracked fun houses with prismatic volleys abound. Think of it as John Zorn’s evil Doppelganger who doesn’t believe in horns. Child Abuse definitely brings something new to the scene, but it still begs the question: Seriously, what the hell were they thinking?