A death metal (I didn’t even have to look that up) act from Wisconsin, Pigs Blood prove that there’s more to their fine state than cheese. I have an uncle who lives up there and can’t recall if I’ve ever been there. Apparently, I’ve also got a relative in some sort of weird gothic act. I’ve tried to get in touch with him as the man is a musician and we do work with gothic acts, but it was to no avail.
In any case, Pig’s Blood are far from gothic and deliver the kind of death metal that we might expect from the gamut. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, but features the sort of approach that Pepperidge Farm remembers (Does Pepperidge Farm remember?) in it’s level of gore-soaked animosity, driving bass riffs and frightening vocals. Only the heftiest of growls have been featured here along with rasps that feel like they’re a product of being stabbed in the throat with only a single harsh node remaining. The drums pile on as thick as ten pounds of Swiss cheese, with slight doom bits to keep up with the horror influenced nature of the piece. The record contains not so much an ounce of clean vocal or keyboard, and we like it that way. This is after all, the original sound of death metal at it’s most virulent. I honestly think that the vocals are the best part of this album, with Chris Ellis (Protestant) being responsible for that. Seeing the name Protestant seems to have jarred something in my mind and I can’t remember if they are the same band that I felt was quite awesome or just mediocre. Whatever the case, the drummer (who also plays in Prezir) and guitarist seem to have come from Abaddon, while the other guitarist seems to have come from his house. Alright, let me be fair here. Prezir drummer Brian Serzynski and ex-Abaddon guitarist Bubba Nitz are featured here, while this is Nick’s first outing in the metal community. But it sure beats Minecraft, right?
I’ll be honest though, as I am really enjoying this one. Sometimes you need a huge fist of heaviness right to the face and that’s exactly what this album does. It doesn’t pull punches, it’s like taking five knuckles to the mouth and then counting your teeth afterwards to make sure they’re all still there. Of course, whoever Nick is; he probably wants to knock the hell out of me for that Minecraft joke. Still, that punch would feel like this album and I think that’s a good thing. Not the physical abuse rather, but that album itself. So if you’re looking for an album that will rip your head directly off and flush it down the toilet, Pig’s Blood is definitely the way to go. These men sound like ravenous cannibals with a taste for human flesh (and Minecraft) which will undoubtedly translate well into the scene. The reviewer over at Metal Observer gave these guys a 77% but I’ll give them a little more as I really seem to dig the approach here. Maybe it’s because I haven’t heard it in a long time, especially with as much attention to gore as has been done here. It’s nearly gore metal, which I’d sooner equate with death. I mean seriously, how do you kids tell the different between death and gore metal? Don’t both deal with the same damn subjects? The approach here might sound a bit outdated to some of the newer heads, but that’s okay because it works for me. The disc actually sounds a bit longer than it is too, but I’d consider that a good thing as it sticks with you and is a sort of slow kill. If you haven’t heard extreme or gore or brutal death or (insert sub-genre here) metal sound like this in a long time, then you might want to go with this one. It tickled my funny bone in the most obscene of ways.
I should note that although tough to decipher, the lyrical content of this one seems a little deep, even political in some aspects. Though the lyrics to Dying Fetus‘ “Kill Your Mother, Rape Your Dog” was also a serious track about selling yourself to the industry. You’d never guess that by listening to it, however. In this kind of metal, those things always seem to get lost in translation.
(10 Tracks, 36:00)