Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs - Viscerals
The third album proper for Newcastle’s Pigs Pigs Pi.. oh fuck it we’ll just call them Pigs x7, anyway as I was saying this is the third album of grungy stoner metal, with a hint of prog thrown in for good measure.
It's a (deliberately) ugly affair, festering somewhere between Sleep and Sabbath, the guitars are heavy as rusted steel girders and have the same sparkle about them too, juxtaposed against this the squealing feedback of the secondary guitar like a voice of desperation howling out into a smoke-stained night. It is horrifying in the correct way.
Speaking of voices screaming into the desolation (just what you need on these long distressing nights of isolation) lead vocalist Matt Baty cuts through the gloom with some doom of his own, he is particularly guttural on ‘World Crust’ spewing out “Make ends meet!” like punches to the head. Elsewhere on ‘Blood and Butter’ the vocals are swapped for a particularly gruesome tone poem regarding the most disgusting sounding restaurant in the world but there’s definitely a tongue in cheek element to the proceedings this is also in evidence on ‘Crazy in Blood’ which cheekily winks an eye in the direction of pop music.
The centrepiece of the album is the nine minute long ‘Halloween Bolson’ which takes many twists and turns over its lengthy duration giving ample space for each of the band to display their skills, it shows the strength of the songwriting involved on this album.
Hopefully being released during quarantine won’t affect the number of people picking this album up as it's a great example of the genre and could do with a decent amount of exposure.