I consider it a wasted opportunity: back in the mid 2000s (ten years ago fuuuuck) I lived down in Virginia for school, and would often head down to Richmond for some awesome punk shows. I remember constantly seeing the name Pig Destroyer on fliers for upcoming shows, but never bothered to check them out. If only I had a time machine so I can go back in time and slap the shit out of myself.
I’ve been listening to Pig Destroyer a lot lately, particularly their 2001 release of Prowler In The Yard. The second studio album by the grindcore trio (at the time at least), Prowler In The Yard blends the perfect amount of grind/crust punk/thrash to keep an adrenaline junkie like myself on the hook. With constant blast beats, driving dark riffs, and incredibly fucked up yet metaphorical lyrics… it’s like being thrown in the middle of the most fucked up horror movie imaginable.
Not for the faint of heart, and the lyrics are just beyond disturbing. Pig Destroyer manages to corner the “shock value” while exploring the mental breakdown of a complete murderous sociopath which may make you feel like you need a shower (or therapy) as soon as you’re done listening.