Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs 'Feed The Rats'
Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs may be the best band on the planet right now.' Echoes and Dust
' Arresting stuff...' The Skinny
' Relentless energy from a band who will always deliver.' Sleeping Shamen
' Ridiculously exciting...' Soundblab
' They deliver a very satisfyingly heavy racket.' Sludgelord
Playing their first gig supporting Goat at what was only the latter's second ever show, the band have gigged relentlessly with kindred spirits including The Cosmic Dead and Luminous Bodies, not to mention gracing festivals like Supernormal and Portugal's Reverence with their feral attack. Yet the time has come for this band to transcend the realm of word-of-mouth phenomenon and be judged on their feverish and demented collision of psych-drone dementia and riff-driven salvation alone.
The inarguable proof is Feed The Rats, the overwhelming first album the band have created for - equal parts righteous repetition, bludgeoning brute force and Sabbathian squalor, its alchemical charge has the power to transform bleary-eyed abandon into small-hours revelation.
This three-track, forty-minute monument of chaotic catharsis captures the everything on eleven spirit of the band's live manifestation whilst adding a level of finesse and texture often less easily accessible in a dangerous haze of flying hair, discarded clothes and spilt premium lager.
Channeling the grimy trip hazards of Monster Magnet's Spine Of God'through a prism of kraut-derived repetition and Part Chimp style bloodymindedness, the resulting hallucinatory vortex appears constantly on the realm of breaking point. Yet for Baty, the porcine realm is less about a nihilistic quest for fiery oblivion than one might imagine. 'You know, I think we've experienced it, many times. It's those gigs where we can almost sense that everyone in the room is engaged.
The energy created is so thick you can almost bite down on it and it feels like there's no longer any barrier between band and audience. Those are the special shows, where there's a solidarity and a very visceral bond. That, and being able to smell our amps melting'.
Amps and brains alike, as these psychic omnivores bring seven times the joy, seven times the pain, seven times the dementia and deliverance.
Tracklisting:
1. Psychopomp
2. Sweet Relief
3. Icon
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$5.18Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs 'Feed The Rats'
Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs may be the best band on the planet right now.' Echoes and Dust
' Arresting stuff...' The Skinny
' Relentless energy from a band who will always deliver.' Sleeping Shamen
' Ridiculously exciting...' Soundblab
' They deliver a very satisfyingly heavy racket.' Sludgelord
Playing their first gig supporting Goat at what was only the latter's second ever show, the band have gigged relentlessly with kindred spirits including The Cosmic Dead and Luminous Bodies, not to mention gracing festivals like Supernormal and Portugal's Reverence with their feral attack. Yet the time has come for this band to transcend the realm of word-of-mouth phenomenon and be judged on their feverish and demented collision of psych-drone dementia and riff-driven salvation alone.
The inarguable proof is Feed The Rats, the overwhelming first album the band have created for - equal parts righteous repetition, bludgeoning brute force and Sabbathian squalor, its alchemical charge has the power to transform bleary-eyed abandon into small-hours revelation.
This three-track, forty-minute monument of chaotic catharsis captures the everything on eleven spirit of the band's live manifestation whilst adding a level of finesse and texture often less easily accessible in a dangerous haze of flying hair, discarded clothes and spilt premium lager.
Channeling the grimy trip hazards of Monster Magnet's Spine Of God'through a prism of kraut-derived repetition and Part Chimp style bloodymindedness, the resulting hallucinatory vortex appears constantly on the realm of breaking point. Yet for Baty, the porcine realm is less about a nihilistic quest for fiery oblivion than one might imagine. 'You know, I think we've experienced it, many times. It's those gigs where we can almost sense that everyone in the room is engaged.
The energy created is so thick you can almost bite down on it and it feels like there's no longer any barrier between band and audience. Those are the special shows, where there's a solidarity and a very visceral bond. That, and being able to smell our amps melting'.
Amps and brains alike, as these psychic omnivores bring seven times the joy, seven times the pain, seven times the dementia and deliverance.
Tracklisting:
1. Psychopomp
2. Sweet Relief
3. Icon
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Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs may be the best band on the planet right now.' Echoes and Dust
' Arresting stuff...' The Skinny
' Relentless energy from a band who will always deliver.' Sleeping Shamen
' Ridiculously exciting...' Soundblab
' They deliver a very satisfyingly heavy racket.' Sludgelord
Playing their first gig supporting Goat at what was only the latter's second ever show, the band have gigged relentlessly with kindred spirits including The Cosmic Dead and Luminous Bodies, not to mention gracing festivals like Supernormal and Portugal's Reverence with their feral attack. Yet the time has come for this band to transcend the realm of word-of-mouth phenomenon and be judged on their feverish and demented collision of psych-drone dementia and riff-driven salvation alone.
The inarguable proof is Feed The Rats, the overwhelming first album the band have created for - equal parts righteous repetition, bludgeoning brute force and Sabbathian squalor, its alchemical charge has the power to transform bleary-eyed abandon into small-hours revelation.
This three-track, forty-minute monument of chaotic catharsis captures the everything on eleven spirit of the band's live manifestation whilst adding a level of finesse and texture often less easily accessible in a dangerous haze of flying hair, discarded clothes and spilt premium lager.
Channeling the grimy trip hazards of Monster Magnet's Spine Of God'through a prism of kraut-derived repetition and Part Chimp style bloodymindedness, the resulting hallucinatory vortex appears constantly on the realm of breaking point. Yet for Baty, the porcine realm is less about a nihilistic quest for fiery oblivion than one might imagine. 'You know, I think we've experienced it, many times. It's those gigs where we can almost sense that everyone in the room is engaged.
The energy created is so thick you can almost bite down on it and it feels like there's no longer any barrier between band and audience. Those are the special shows, where there's a solidarity and a very visceral bond. That, and being able to smell our amps melting'.
Amps and brains alike, as these psychic omnivores bring seven times the joy, seven times the pain, seven times the dementia and deliverance.
Tracklisting:
1. Psychopomp
2. Sweet Relief
3. Icon
