This new release from Old Yeller and the Pigbites kinda grabs me where it feels good. Fuck me, are these outtakes from Oar or Jandek on Quaaludes at a North London pre-rave party?? Snippets of psychedelia meets some kinda warped out Jerry Garcia Frisko sodomy convention… Who are these Pigbites? No one seems to know, and besides, that isn’t the point. The point is this is a great fucking record, Syd is beaming.. Hydroponic fragment over easy and a slice to go… Blasphemic needle swap out on Yeller Hill… We went down the Silver Lion to shoot it with some of the ‘locals’ & they agreed with us, tho there were moments of unpleasant aroma and danger. These Pigbites don’t stop short of making these ‘songs’ them that bring listening to a dimension of untoward melancholia meets aggression over easy. And just yesterday I went down to Captain Seaweed for a pint of house burgundy (no ice) and damned if they weren’t uh hoppin as all fucked hotcakes hold the syrup… Buy this record to get just that cloer to a higher solstice jumbled with those hippie gurls and zen buddha crotch feeling… You won’t be disappointed.
r. duplatt
p.s. buy here: http://www.forcedexposure.com/artists/old.yeller.and.the.pigbites.html