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Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs

Gotta say I've never heard of this one either......this is a submission from the great Fabio, and album
entitled "Feed the Rats".....Fabio does not steer me wrong, we are on pretty much the same page with music, so I assume album here.......he attached an album review, so I will post it as well, especially since i don't know dick about the album.......keep em coming though, Fabio and everyone else, it's you wonderful people (ALL of you, 1 submission or 1000) who keep this blog fresh and interesting. thank you, if I don't say so enough.

review: Brendan Telford , January 20th,

 2017 12:01The pig has several connotations. Most civilisations and cultures have seen them as arbiters of
 fertility, virility, strength and abundance. The Buddhist tradition swings the other way, seeing the pig as ignorant, illusory, greedy, lustful. Other religions see them as unclean. Then there is the Celtic fable of Manannan, who owned a herd of pigs that never dwindled – they were forever replenishing their numbers.
 I could go on. The point is that the pig is multifaceted and almost indefinable – a shifting construct
 for people to hang their hopes and fears on. It is also a heave bag of flesh that wallows in mud and shit all day until taken to the slaughterhouse. A myriad of strong, indelible, contradictory images, fit for a Newcastle heavy psych band that can’t reign in their swine (although they have reined in members of likeminded noisemongers Khunnt and Blown Out). And to predictably muddy the waters further,they bring another animal into the mix, one with even stronger connotations – but much clearer in intent.

 For Feed The Rats is essentially three tracks –two gargantuan bolshie dirges bookending the four-and-a-half minute ‘Sweet Relief’ – that ravenously gnaws away at your eardrums, body and soul. So let’s start there, with the meat in this fetid sandwich. The name could be a play on Black Sabbath’s ‘Sweet Leaf’ – for a band clearly indebted to the Birmingham icons it bears a modicum of is relentlessness here, a flayed
 aggression, which Ozzy et al could never muster. Matt Baty’s vocals howl, echoing over the cacophony like a
 mythic warlord and mischief-maker, both from the heavens and from the bowels of the earth. And what a cacophony it is –the guitars come at you predictably but with a Juggernaut force that rattles the ribcage. This is classic 70s heavy metal deep-fried in iron and blood. But it’s the fifteen-minute-plus tracks that
 truly show what these underground demons are capable of. There is the space psych squall of Monster Magnet to ‘Psychopomp’ but with a more earthen, primitive bent –a Cro-Magnon bludgeoning of guttural howls and relentless metal-against-granite riffs, swelling and falling like universes colliding. The dirge is certainly hypnotic yet forcefully so – abrasive and unfettered, yet with a sense of control that only gods and madmen can even attempt to reign in. The amped storm and demonic drumming in the second
 half of this track is my favourite part of this album –always threatening to destroy each other, entwined and
 furious, not unlike a rat king at fever pitch. Then finishing the album is ‘Icon’, which
 almost feels like an inversion of ‘Psychopomp’. Starts off with the quiet sole stoner-rock muffled guitar line,
before smashing through the speakers with ruthlessness,speeding up, squalling, incanting, gnashing of teeth. Guitar solos profligate amongst the sonic molten morass. Then towards the end things grind down to a Part Chimp doom dirge (the animalistic totems abound), a colossal battering where no surface, instrument, vocal cord or brain cell is left unscathed. The demons have been summoned, channeled,
 purged. Feed The Rats is gloriously over the top, tipping towards the precipice of ridiculousness, yet the sheer brutality of it is what steadies the ship here. To see the band unleash these behemoths is a more frightening and exhilarating a proposition, but this debut album makes a damn good fist of catching that viscous lightning in a bottle. The strength, the rabid vitality, the electrifying virility, the virulent sins against decency and your eardrums – no matter what the pig means to you, these Pigs, like Manannan, will never be tethered or tapered –they are legion, and won’t stop until you are one of them.

FEED THE RATS-01 Psychopomp/02 Sweet Relief/03 Icon

Finished listening to this while working on the post, it's really good, the long tracks are long to good effect, and fans of sludgy stoner/doom can't be without this one!

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