Compiling material from their splits with Benumb and Gnob, this wafer-thin bombardment serves as an aperitif before their next full-length finally pushes itself up through the Earth’s surface.
Firing off dementedly ambidextrous riffs with consummate ease, Pig Destroyer make carnage and mass destruction look like child’s play. From three-thousand-mile-an-hour blitzkriegs to slower, nauseous heaves that rattle ominously around the duodenum, every beastly lunge is calculated to inflict the maximum damage. Drums beat like the tumbling hooves of a suicidal cavalry charge, a frenzied blur driving the onslaught on as an endless stream of deadly riffs spew and froth around J. R. Hayes’ savage, inhuman roars. When they’re finished all that’s left are dust clouds and craters, an uninhabitable mess where nothing will ever grow again and the only survivors are the roaches…
However, despite possessing the power to beat the mortal shit out of most listeners, it has to be said that this collection doesn’t have the same surprising depths as Prowler in the Yard, with neither the material from their pre-Prowler cocoon state or their subsequent hurried ravings quite matching their second album’s levels of diversity or intrigue. That’s neither a damning criticism or a disappointed moan, merely fact given this has arrived at a time when a multitude of grind freaks are holding their sour breath in anticipation of the next ‘proper’ release, and while this might hold back the gnashing teeth for a few moments more, it’s just as well there’s fresh meat on the way…