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Don’t ask me why, but I always had a thing for albums kicking off with a strong and well thought-out solo drum beat, like on “Era Vulgaris” from Queens Of The Stone Age or Them Crooked Vultures’ self-titled. If it’s well-executed, the album instantly gets my vote. So obviously, when one of my favorite bands of the past few years decides to it a try, I exult. And it looks like Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs have decided to please me with the opener for “Viscerals”.
Past this yummy intro, we find with “Reducer” all the elements that Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs (no, I will not shorten their band name) built their hype and fame on. We find those riffs that take their cue equally from sludge, grunge and stoner without ever being too melodic, dissonant or metal-infused. We also find surreal vocals drowned in reverb and delay with an old post-punk esthetism (hello Fugazi !). We can also count on psychedelic guitars leads and a doom bridge to wrap it all up.
Everything that makes the Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs sound is there: a mix of psychedelic sludge rock with a hint of stoner, doom and post-punk. Talking about a niche genre, right? If you struggle to imagine what it’s all about, think about the Melvins on shrooms or an adventurous and spontaneous Alice in Chains. Or the other way around, imagine a violent version of Magma or a stripped down Hawkwind. Another key element in Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs‘ music: the rhythm changes, breaks and other joyful ways to play with asymmetrical time signatures. No intend to sound like a “math-anything” band here, but rather a will to surprise and vary without ever altering the overall sound or lose the listener...
Read the rest here: The Heavy Chronicles
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