Viscerals CD

ldquoI learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pigrdquo reasoned George Bernard Shaw. ldquoYou get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it.rdquo True to form, Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs have left the wiser of us aware that they are no band to be messed with. This is made manifest on lsquoVisceralsrsquo, their third proper, and an enormous leap forward in confidence, adventure and sheer intensity even from their 2018 breakthrough lsquoKing Of Cowardsrsquo. Incisive in its riffdriven attack, infectiously catchy in its songcraft and more intrepid than ever in its experimental approach, lsquoVisceralsrsquo is the sound of a leaner, more vicious Pigs, and one with their controls set way beyond the pulverising oneriff workouts of their early days. Yet Pigsx7 have effortlessly broadened their horizons and dealt with all these new avenues without sacrificing one iota of their trademark eccentricity, and the personality of this band has never been stronger, whether on the Sabbathian and philosophical warcry of lsquoReducerrsquo, the debauched, Janersquos Addictiontinged swagger of lsquoRubberneckerrsquo, the Melvins vs Sonic Youth demolition derby of lsquoNew Bodyrsquo or even the demented MBVmeetsTwistedSister party banger from hell that is lsquoCrazy In Bloodrsquo. ldquoWersquore a peculiar bunch of people a precarious balance of passion, intensity and the absurdrdquo notes vocalist Matt Baty. Such is the unstoppable character of this unique and everporcine outfit still the hungriest animals at the rock trough.