Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs - Land of Sleeper

Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Land of Sleeper Rocket Recordings 17 February 2023 Of ze in het rijk van dromen of juist van nachtmerries rondwandelen, de oer-drive van Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs (Pigs x 7) is sterker dan ooit. Het bewijs is 'Land Of Sleeper', hun vierde plaat in een decennium van bitterheid en wrok.

Dit is zonder twijfel de meest zelfverzekerde plaat die de band ooit maakte, des te sterker gemaakt door de individuele passies van de bandleden.

Na de beproevingen van de twee en een half jaar sinds 'Viscerals' (2020), horen we op 'Land Of Sleeper' niet zo zeer een verjonging van het Britse kwintet, maar vooral een woedende drive; een drive die terecht lijkt te zijn gekomen in een stroomversnelling, terwijl de omgeving van de band om hun as blijft draaien. Ondanks dat de status van Pigs de afgelopen jaren enorm is gegroeid, in de nasleep van zowel triomfantelijke festivalslots als shows in uitverkochte zalen, blijft dit een band die fundamenteel niet in staat is om hun geluid af te stemmen op een toekomstig publiek. In plaats daarvan kiezen ze ervoor om alleen te staan, maar er dan ook echt te staan: ondoordringbaar, als een monument voor catharsis.

"Voor mij is het schrijven en spelen van muziek vaak verrassend en onthullend. Het kan voelen alsof je jezelf een spiegel voorhoudt en dingen ziet die je niet verwacht had", aldus drummer Ewan Mackenzie, wiens terugkeer na twee albums een grote invloed had op de nieuwe plaat. "Voor mij hebben de zwaardere nummers op de plaat een overeenkomst: ik ben vastbesloten om hoe dan ook het vertrouwen niet te verliezen."

TRACKS:
01. ULTIMATE HAMMER
02. TERROR’S PILLOW
03. BIG RIG
04. THE WEATHERMAN
05. MR MEDICINE
06. PIPE DOWN!
07. ATLAS STONE
08. BALL LIGHTNING

‘Land Of Sleeper’ is een ware overtreffende trap – nieuwe Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs anthems, voor een wereld die slaapwandelend naar de vergetelheid onderweg is.

06/05 - Nijmegen, NL - Sonic Whip Festival
07/05 - Utrecht, NL - Ekko
20/05 - Antwerpen, BE - Trix

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I’ve always liked the quote: “Sleep, those little slices of death - how I loathe them.”
So reckons Matt Baty of Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs, vocalist and lyricist of a band as
comfortable wading through the darker quarters of their subconscious as they are punishing ampstacks.
Whether dwelling in the realm of dreams or nightmares, the primordial drive of the Newcastle-based
band is more powerful than ever. Land Of Sleeper, their fourth record in a decade of riot and rancour,
is testimony to this: the sound of a band not so much reinvigorated as channelling a furious energy,
which only appears to gather momentum as the band’s surroundings spin on their axis.
“Shouting about themes of existential dread comes very naturally to me, and I think because I’m aware
of that in the past I’ve tried to rein that in a little” reckons Matt. “There’s definitely moments on this album where I took my gloves off and surrendered to that urge.”
Whether this means Pigs, a band once associated with reckless excess, have taken a darker turn
to match the dystopian realm of the 2022 everyday, is open to debate. The band themselves aren’t
necessarily convinced; “Sobriety does funny things to a man” reckons guitarist Adam Ian Sykes wryly.
“I know from my perspective, I was trying to write some much heavier and darker music” says guitarist
and producer Sam Grant. “But this was an aim more as a counterpoint to earlier material, as opposed
to any sort of political or social commentary. I still very much see these heavier moments as musically
euphoric, and emotionally cut loose or liberating.” “For obvious reasons, the anticipation for the writing of Land of Sleeper was unlike anything we’d felt before” Adam adds. “These sessions were an almost religious experience for me. It felt like we were working in unison, connected to some unknowable hive mind.”
The intensity of feeling is writ large right from the pulverising drive of opener ‘Ultimate Hammer’,
and its rallying cry “I keep spinning out, what a time to be alive”. Yet, whilst ‘Terror’s Pillow’ and
‘Big Rig’ are rich with the band’s trademark Sabbathian power, there’s scope this time around that
supercedes anything they’ve previously attempted. Matt’s duet with the traditional folk vocals of
Cath Tyler on the closing lament ‘Ball Lightning’, for example, is one particularly potent illustration
of their expanded horizons.
In terms of emotional impact, a pinnacle on Land Of Sleeper is ‘The Weatherman’. Replete with
devotional rapture and radiant intensity, the band’s attack slowed down to a mantric and mesmeric crawl, it marks a collaboration with the ululatory tones of Bonnacons Of Doom vocalist Kate Smith and a choir including Richard Dawson and Sally Pilikington. The resulting tumult constitutes a sound not unlike The Stooges ‘We Will Fall’, reinvented and adrenalised as an invigorating sermon for the zeitgeist.
“This one presented an opportunity for me to do something completely unbridled. I wanted to surrender
to the weight of the song, so the lyrics came about in much the same way I imagine a frenzied artist might throw paint at a canvas.” relates Matt “I just wanted the lyrics to present an uncontrollable energy.” For all that the last few years have seen Pigs’ stature rise in the wake of triumphant festival slots and sold-out venues alike, this remains a band, consummated by bassist John-Michael Hedley and
returning drummer Ewan Mackenzie, who are fundamentally incapable of tailoring their sound to a
prospective audience, instead standing alone and impervious as a monument of catharsis.
“Writing and playing music is often surprising and revealing, it can be like holding up a mirror and seeing things you didn’t expect to see” reckons Mackenzie. “For me, the darker tracks on the record hold in common a determination not to lose faith, despite the odds.” The better to unite slumber and waking, Land Of Sleeper is no less than an act of transcendence for Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs - new anthems to elucidate a world sleepwalking to oblivion.