It reads:
The pig has several connotations. Most civilisations and cultures have seen them as arbiters of fertility, virility, strength and abundance. The Buddhist tradition swings the other way, seeing the pig as ignorant, illusory, greedy, lustful. Other religions see them as unclean. Then there is the Celtic fable of Manannan, who owned a herd of pigs that never dwindled – they were forever replenishing their numbers.
I could go on. The point is that the pig is multifaceted and almost indefinable – a shifting construct for people to hang their hopes and fears on. It is also a heave bag of flesh that wallows in mud and shit all day until taken to the slaughterhouse. A myriad of strong, indelible, contradictory images, fit for a Newcastle heavy psych band that can’t reign in their swine (although they have reined in members of likeminded noisemongers Khunnt and Blown Out). And to predictably muddy the waters further, they bring another animal into the mix, one with even stronger connotations – but much clearer in intent...
Read the rest here: The Quietus
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