5 Feb 2019
Oddly Reviewed reviews Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs – King of Cowards
The Italian countryside, a pig barn, wild bogar, Geore Orwell. One of these things doesn't have anything to do with the album, can you guess which one? Wrong! Trick question, they all have to do with it.
Don't bother trying to understand the lyrics, even though they do carry the weight of gluttony, lust, pride and the rest of the deadly sins with them, the highlight of this album is how Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs, or as I like to call them Pigs⁷, have not only managed to keep their sound after their debut album Feed The Rats but they've also managed to focus it into something leaner.
Making their songs shorter, they've managed to envelop the listener in this doomsday sounding, primordial ooze filled pool that is this album. I'm pretty sure if you were to fall into into the pool you'd end up devolving into two very different but feral creatures.
Most of the Pigs⁷ songs feel like a gut punch and a fuck you to anything that stands against you, embracing the inner beast and taking a bite out of the world. Songs like 'A66' and 'Thumbsucker' feel like you're running up an endless hill but you never get tired, you're so determined to finish this endless race up the hill that you just sprint up that 45 degree incline and just power through everything, rocks? dry bushes? heat? wind? nothing's stopping you. Even though the seven deadly sins do pop up from time to time, the main thematic behind this album isn't as satanic as one would think, so if you "Love your mummy" and "like it when they rub your tummy" this absurdly strange, swineherd of an album is just the thing you've been looking for, give it a listen here and thanks for reading.
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