Pigs – Wronger

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If you are looking for a noise rock treat to end the impending year’s end on a high, we have the new Pigs album to suggest. Equally if you are looking for a ferocious punk rock tempest, or an uncompromising rock ‘n’ roll confrontation, Wronger fits the bill perfectly too. The new album from the New York City trio of Dave Curran from Unsane, Jim Paradise of Player’s Club and Freshkills, and Andrew Schneider (renowned producer with the likes of Cave In, Converge, Made Out of Babies, Unsane, and Keelhaul on his CV), is a brawl you will only get increasingly excited to be swallowed up by. It is a blaze of scarring imagination as virulently addictive as it is mercilessly abrasive, and indeed bracing. Pigs made a mighty debut with first album You Ruin Everything in 2012, cemented and pushed their refreshing presence with the Gaffe EP the following year, but Wronger is a whole new caustic bitch slap of pleasure and aggressive adventure to get fired up by.

It opens with the sonic infestation of A Great Blight, a diseased web of noise hypnotically living up to the creeping invasiveness of its title. The instrumental piece crawls over the senses and into the psyche, eroding defences with its repetitious whilst The Life In Pink waits in the wings to fill its departing void. The second track though rather than quickly assaulting ears weaves in on a flirtatious hook cast by Curran’s guitar, its successful lure shaking under the impact of Paradise’s composed and resonating beats. In no time the bass of Schneider growls with a predacious passion whilst the riffs and vocals of Curran add grizzled attitude and prowess to the song’s emerging heavy stroll. It is a raw and thickly enticing bluster, tempestuous rock ‘n’ roll which ensures an inescapable persuasion, especially with the re-occurring delicious hook which sets things rolling.

pigs_wronger_cover_RingMaster Review     The following Bet It All On Black leaps in with a punk swagger and impossible to resist rhythmic devilry, willing feet and hips recruited as rapidly as ears and imagination through another delicious hook which this time has a whiff of post punk addictiveness to it. Schneider swings an equally magnetic and infectious groove through his ever bestial toned bass, another spice to the gripping drama and threat of the track, an intimidation emulated in Amateur Hour In Dick City though it pursues a more hard rock flavouring to its noise rock volatility. As in all songs, things evolve though, turn in on themselves and bring new twists and exploits to contemplate. Without quite matching its predecessors, there is only an infection to the eventful song which flows eagerly before Mope descends on the listener with its scuzz woven tapestry of meandering grooves, intoxicating hooks, and predatory rhythms. A smothering cloud of raw noise is the best description, this veined by virulent temptations and, within certain brief partings of its worrisome clouds, melodic toxicity for major addictiveness.

     Wrap It Up is the same, its hostile climate and abusive physical invention increasingly persuasive with every sonic lancing and rally of rhythmic bullying colluding in something quite bewitching as it corrodes the senses. Imagine Joy Division meets Unsane and you get a sense of part of the excellent encounter, though again it is a proposition shifting tact and character minute by minute.

The Cajun twang of Mouth Dump and its thumping beats around a trio of spoken vocals spark thoughts next, its short insight a respite yet provocateur in a way setting up the scathing roar of Make Sure To Forget, another sonically cancerous slice of punk/noise agitation with its own tasty Buzzcocks scented hook. As seriously pleasing as it is, it does not rival in success other songs around it, emphasizing their might, and is unlucky to be followed by the majorly outstanding Bug Boy, a song which makes you forget the past three or so minutes as soon as it scurries under the skin. Featuring guest vocals from ex-Made Out of Babies/Battle of Mice front woman Julie Christmas, the track is a ravenous tempest once again entwining imagination infesting grooves and hooks, barbarous rhythms, and a vocal bedlam to get greedy over.

Wronger is brought to a close by firstly its physically cantankerous title track and lastly the extensive bellow of Donnybrook. Both songs grip forcibly as they abrase and tempt, the first hitting its sweet spot around midway when it dips into a haunting melodic aside still walled by raw shadows and waiting to bellow sonic animosity. Its eight minute successor prowls and lurches through ears with doomy breath and volatile temperament, becoming more unpredictable and magnetic as a warm calm emerges from its erosive landscape and in turn brews its own dark imposing atmosphere which becomes the dominate wind of fascination. A slow burner compared to some, the track is undoubtedly a mighty end to a thoroughly enjoyable trespass.

The album is easily Pigs finest moment to date, but you get the feeling still just a step to bigger and bolder things from the band. As Christmas lists are being drawn up, Wronger is one to place at the top for all violent rock ‘n’ roll fans with no regrets found through this thrilling beast

Wronger is out now via Solar Flare Records on 12” vinyl, CD, and digitally @ http://music.solarflarerds.com/album/wronger

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Pete RingMaster 13/10/2015

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Pigs – Gaffe


Following on from their enjoyably riotous acclaimed debut album You Ruin Everything, noise rock band Pigs unleash the Gaffe EP to satisfy and ignite the senses as the band work on their second album. The three track release is a bruising exhilarating encounter which flows like a seamless offshoot of its predecessor whilst showing an evolving sound which suggests the NYC trio’s upcoming sophomore rage could be one incendiary blaze.

Consisting of Unsane’s Dave Curran, Jim Paradise from Player’s Club, Freshkills and Hellno, and renowned producer Andrew Schneider (Cave In, Converge, Made Out of Babies, Unsane, Keelhaul), Pigs confront the senses and imagination with another fury of noise spawned rock causing mayhem in a sludge bred climate of intensity and sonic weight. As mentioned it is a fluid continuation to what was so successfully magnetic upon You Ruin Everything but also offers arguably a more assured presence which sees the band settled in their aural premise whilst stretching and challenging its limits. It is not a dramatic move but one which certainly on two of the tracks, even if one is a cover, which lightens the load if not the force of the impact of songs upon the nervous system.

Released via Solar Flare Records, Gaffe opens with its title track and immediately enslaves the senses and appetite with a growling bass SLF011 - hi-res coverprowl unleashed by Schneider. Hungry and intent on the ear’s submission it is helped and egged on by the sinew thrusting beats of Paradise, the union an irresistible temptation which is soon brought to greater potency by the scorching flames of guitar invention, the scorched sounds an acidic treat conjured by Curran whose vocals equally add heat and raw passion to the encounter. A pulsating slab of dirt encrusted rock ‘n’ roll with addiction laced hooks and vociferous sonic grooves, the song is an irresistible scourge of ridiculously contagious discord soaked noise and melodically twisted persuasion.

It is a mighty opening easily equalled by Elo Kiddies, a sensational cover of the classic Cheap Trick song. To say the band has beefed up the song is an understatement; the still virulently infectious track coming with balls of steel and walls which leer intimidatingly down on the ear as the band kicks sand in the face of the senses stomping with aggression and attitude. The bass of Schneider again is an instant enslavement of the passions, its carnivorous snarling and ravaging of the air a masterful temptation alongside the main barbed lures of the song, that familiar groove and catchy chorus. Like Cheap Trick meets Alice Cooper meets KEN mode, but distinctly Pigs in presentation, it is easily one of the best covers in recent times and another dramatic reason to get the EP.

The final song If I’m In Luck is no slouch in recruiting the passions either, the seven minute track an intensive sludge fuelled slice of primal breath and sonic exploration twisted into an intrusively enthralling swamp of energy sapping, imagination invigorating, smothering heat which drags the emotions through its heavily pressurising climate of punishing beats and gravelly bass rapaciousness veined by searing guitar fire and sonic voraciousness. With the vocals of Curran a caustic wash soaking the riveting pull of the track, the closer is a slow burning high impacting furnace of excellence and corrosive craft.

After allowing the Gaffe EP to confront the senses, the new album from Pigs cannot come fast enough. With the band currently undertaking a European tour with the equally excellent Sofy Major, they are building up to give noise a major fire to contemplate and greedily devour..



RingMaster 16/10/2013


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