Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs are working the field once sown—and overgrown with hemp—by Sleep. But the Brits take things a bit more seriously, and definitely less drowsily. According to the press release for their fifth album, “Death Hilarious“ (Rocket), the record is intended as “a punch in the face.”
That’s a fair description. For 45 relentless minutes, a storm of riffs crashes down. A metallic stoner album, a doomy psych-rock affair. Feedback and reverb in endless supply. Even the genre’s signature monotony finds its way in.
Yet there are surprising moments. Like El-P rapping on “Glib Tongued.” He blends in surprisingly smoothly with the rumbling soundscape. Or the featherlight touches that open final track “Toecurler”—a welcome break that’s quickly crushed under the next wave of sonic brute force.
There’s also the slightly more psychedelic “Stitches.” Beyond that, not a lot of variation—but the low-end throb is executed with real finesse. Time for Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs to ease up their stranglehold.
Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs – Death Hilarious: A formidable display of unison. – RIFL