17 Jul 2018
The Shonk reviews Bristol Psych Fest
PIGS PIGS PIGS PIGS PIGS PIGS PIGS
Within the first few seconds it felt like the band were trying to kill us off deliberately, like they knew that people were flaking and they wanted to see how much magic was left in us all, well nice try Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs we had your number from the beginning and we were going nowhere. Although to be fair they extracted every last drop of what we had left and they chewed it up and spat it right back at us, it was a perpetual cycle of giving and taking that could have easily carried on to the present day.
Every audible frequency was filled to the brim with vitriolic madness, from deep within these Newcastle-Upon-Tynians drew upon everything of that day and regurgitated it back to us leaving no room for anything else. My entire self was possessed and taken over by the sweetest sludge I’ve ever tasted as this rip roaring 5-piece demolished the building and everyone in it.
Misleading breakdowns provided safety for brief moments before they took another turn and threw us into bottomless caverns towards the belly of the beast that was the Psychademon. The sheer joy I felt when they played another one at the point that we thought they were done has been unmatched to date. It was like suddenly having room for pudding even though you struggled with the mains, take it, take it all! Bleed me dry and cast me out in the night I soggy, ruined mess. Which is exactly what they did!
See the full review here: The Shonk