3 Oct 2018

The Quietus's monthly psych give sPigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs – King of Cowards some praise


At what point does a band that started out as a bit of a giggle stop being a bit of a giggle and start being the finest psychedelic-doom-metal-sludge-stoner-space-rock beat combo in the whole flipping nation?

On album number two, Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs offer up double the number of songs than last time round (ie six rather than three) and the track lengths are shorter. The 6Music-baiting sellouts! No matter. If 'Cake Of Light' doesn't pummel as relentlessly as the two 15-minute smashers that bookended last year's Feed The Rats, then you can simply repeat-play the track on a constant loop until your brain caves in on itself. Job done.

Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs are the latest stage in the evolution of Black Sabbath, or at least whatever the hell it was that Black Sabbath unleashed way back when. I don't mean heavy metal of course. I mean something stranger and more shamanistic. Something that lurks in the shadows before leaping out from an alleyway and chloroforming your pretty face so that when you wake up your irises have changed colour and you can no longer countenance Glastonbury...

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