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“He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.” So said Dr Samuel Johnson – and such is the headspace of Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs, whose animalistic headspace is set out by their very moniker. Since emerging from the bands Ommadon, Blown Out and Khunnt, The Newcastle five-piece have wasted little time in creating an almighty psychic charge that has blown minds and summoned bedlam in sweat-drenched venues across the UK’s underground and beyond. “It’s a pretty perfect balance of obnoxiousness, ridiculousness, intensity and theatrics, and somewhere within that spectrum is where our music sits too.” reckons Matthew Baty, whose vein-popping onstage performances and cathartic bellow form a primary ingredient of the group’s devastating live shows.
This is captured in their first LP ‘Feed The Rats’, a three-track, 40-minute monument of chaotic catharsis released in 2017 on Rocket Recordings. The overwhelming album is equal parts righteous repetition, bludgeoning brute force and Sabbathian squalor, and its alchemical charge has the power to transform bleary-eyed abandon into small-hours revelation.