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Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs - the Newcastle-based maximalists whose riffs, raw power and rancour have blazed a trail across the darker quarters of the underground in the last five years, have made a second album in ‘King of Cowards’ which does its damnedest to take consciousness to its very limits. The period since Pigs’ 2017 debut, ‘Feed the Rats’ - a mighty tsunami of rancorous riffage and unholy abjection that wowed critics and wreckheads alike - has seen the band build on their incendiary live reputation far and wide, from the sweatiest of UK fleapits to illustrious festivals like Roskilde. This latest opus sees the band entering a new phase as a sleeker yet still more dangerous swineherd and a new approach being taken to its creation. The Iggy-esque drive to dementia, Sabbath-esque squalor and Motörhead-style dirt may still be present and correct yet the songs are leaner, the long-drawn-out riff-fests sharpened into addictive hammer blows and the nihilistic dirges of yore alchemically transformed into an uplifting and inviting barrage of hedonistic abandon… We talk to Matt Baty about guilt, Newcastle FC and a Twitter poll…
TSH: How would you summarise your songwriting approach in the lead-up to ‘King of Cowards’?
Matt: You know, I just embrace what’s coming out of me when it comes to my songwriting. Also, the way that we write music as a band is very organic too; we just get together and jam it out. For me, the themes for the album didn’t really start to materialise or click in my brain until the very last stages of completing and recording the album.
TSH: Do you opt to find a comfortable space and zone for when you’re penning lyrics?
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