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Seven is the magic number. Indeed, not only do psychologists theorise that the human
brain can only memorise a sequence of this length, but Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs -
the Newcastle-based maximalists whose riffs, raw power and rancour have blazed a trail
across the darker quarters of the underground in the last five years - have made a
second album in King Of Cowards which does its damnedest to take consciousness to its
very limits. Moreover, another notable seven is dealt with here - that of the deadly sins.
As vocalist and synth player Matt Baty notes "For a long time I've questioned how and
where guilt can be used as a form of oppression. When can guilt be converted into
positive action? After typing all of the lyrics up I realised I'd unwittingly referenced every
one of the seven deadly sins throughout the album!" Building on the momentum this
band has built since their 2017 debut Feed The Rats, this opus sees them entering a new
phase as a sleeker and still more dangerous swineherd. The Iggy-esque drive to
dementia, Sabbath-esque squalor and Motörhead-style dirt may still be present and
correct, yet the songs are leaner, the long-drawn-out riff-fests sharpened into addictive
hammerblows and the nihilistic dirges of yore alchemically transformed into an uplifting
and inviting barrage of hedonistic abandon. "One of the bands to watch in 2018." - The
Guardian "The demons have been summoned, channelled and purged." - The Quietus
"It's akin to bottling hellfire." Crack Magazine