4 May 2020
Read Get into This's Album Club feat: Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs – Viscerals
The third album from Newcastle’s Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs comes as no real surprise.
Distorted vocals, check. Black Sabbath style guitars, check. Songs about blood, check. Manic drumming, check.
It’s all there in what we have come to expect from a Pigs x 7 release. It doesn’t have quite the mayhem of the band’s first album, Feed The Rats, nor indeed the behemoth that was the 22 minute single track EP that became The Wizard and the Seven Swines.
We first encountered Pigs x 7 at PZYK Fest in 2017 when they tore the roof off District with their seemingly chaotic, yet in the end, perfectly executed set. Since then we’ve followed their development from a mass of (glorious) noise to a much more polished being.
Whilst we loved the band’s 10 minute plus epic songs, it seems like a natural progression that Viscerals is a more traditional / safe series of 4ish minute numbers.
But that doesn’t make it any less appealing as a prospect. Nor any less worthy of your attention. There are very few bands living in the Pigs space, who embrace the heaviest bands of the seventies and drag them unceremoniously into this shitstorm of the world that is 2020.
Viscerals is as hard as nails. Just not quite as hard as the band’s earlier output. Unashamedly looking back at an age when there was a requirement for a rock band to have long hair.
Matt Baty doesn’t fit the look – he has a fine tuned head of hair that would make your Grandma happy – but he has all the moves. And makes all the noise. And that would not make your Grandma happy. Nor the neighbours, we suspect. Unless you lived next door to Ozzy.
The album bows out with Hell’s Teeth – we suspect there’s nothing more to be said. You can imagine what that sounds like. A deep dark banger of a track, as are the rest of them.
If we have one complaint, and we do, it’s Matt Baty has turned down the reverb on his vocals. We can make out too many of the lyrics. Turn it back up mate, you were ace when we had no idea what you were singing about.
When the guitars swirled around and the bass felt like it was going to collapse any time soon. But, we guess, it’s the natural progression of things. Just don’t lose sight of the early stuff.
See their piece here: GIT