2 Mar 2017
Plenirockium review the Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs - Feed the Rats
Plenirockium review the Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs - Feed the Rats:
NIB on the Tyne? Ultraheavy psychedelia, metal thunder and doom virus. Brainstorm noise without control who slays skulls sprinkled by the blood of Black Sabbath and Motorhead. Sludge that does not pierced by screams of aspects you Satanassi rebels. The annoying name, Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs , matched with a title like sewer, "Feed The Rats" , turns on the Newcastle scene with a sacred splendor storm that is about as Sabbathiano it audible.
If after the devastating split with Cosmic Dead in 2013, the band has extrapolated the cells of an almost lyrical space madness, now we recognize the obsessive structure of the first works of the Sabbath combined with kraut, Cluster II style, burning hydrogen and liquid oxygen. Three songs with terrifying 'Psychopomp' that blows away the fog on the Tyne river and distorts colossal riffs giving a molecular repetition, obsessive threat continues, pedals and burned paranoid screaming.
The second piece is 'Sweet Relief' (bold reminder to Sweet Leaf ?) One tablet tombstone combustion in just four minutes where the singer Matt Baty meets Ozzy howling. The riff becomes a white phosphorus retch, the guitars of Adam Sykes and Sam Grant attack ether ustionando anything. The cyclonic storm of a sequence of notes, broad circular breathing, stoner type wretched states, shatters 'Icon' .
Groove as shots of the guillotine, lead-noise, barking wounded beast, swinging solos ripped, huge, in the wind of twilight acid. The total dissolution by flushing psych-power in epic tone, post Hoosier.
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