The Californian garage king's T Rex covers album shows his melodic muscle
Year Of The Pig
And they’ve just released this 18-minute opus. By turns plodding, beautiful, melancholic, stratospheric, manic, jazz-swing and doom-hardcore, it’s got bongos that sound like they’re being beaten at the hands of a cracked-out subway dweller at sanity’s city limits. It’s got soft coos from guest vocalist Jennifer Castle sparring with growls straight out of Hades courtesy of Pink Eyes, aka Damian Abraham. It’s one big long headfuck of chaos that begins with organs like Led Zep’s ‘No Quarter’ and ends whipping a krautrock donkey into the sunset while gleefully pissing self indulgence on hardcore’s own boundaries. Did we mention it’s 18 minutes long?
‘Year Of The Pig’ builds effortlessly with visions of impaled piggies bleeding to death on the abbatoir floor. The imagery might be grotesque and the music hellish, but there’s tips of tongues in cheeks here while fists down throats are forcing retches of a thousand bile-coated ideas. They’ve even cut the song down to five minutes for those with porcine attention spans. But who’s fucked up enough to want that?
Johnny Depp plays a monstrous Boston gangster in a disguise so unsettling you’ll struggle to recognise him
An EP dedicated to victims of the Paris attacks shows the Foos are on defiant form
The Radiohead guitarist explores traditional Indian music, with mostly impressive results
This London producer has worked with Madonna and is releasing his excellent debut as a sex toy