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When confronted with a band name like that, the first thing that goes through most people’s minds is that there’s some kind of joke at work. Over the last couple of years however, it’s been increasingly clear that Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs are no joke. Anyone that has caught them live will know that they are an unstoppable force, and despite their self-induced hamstringing, the band’s status as something truly special has been steadily growing. You can’t keep a good pig (or even seven of them) down.
Given Pigsx7’s penchant for stretching things out beyond the limits, it seems strange that the band’s second album sees them stepping away from the elongated jams that personified Feed The Rats. This time around, they seem less interested in enveloping their unsuspecting audience with 10-minute-plus explorations of the darker side of sludge encrusted psychedelics, and instead cut straight to the chase. Not that they’ve jettisoned any of the feral power that makes them one of the most exciting live bands in the country at the moment. If anything, they’ve turned everything up beyond 11 this time, opting to throw more skull crushing riffs into the mix. The songs might be shorter, but they lack none of the innate need to pummel that infuses most of their work...
Read the full review here: MusicOMH
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