Death Hilarious

Death Hilarious rattles through dizzying space-thrash, slow-riffin' stoner rock and Motorhead gone cosmic glam, with extended passages that defy the tag of "post-metal" because they're far too FUN. [May 2025, p.105]

An album that laughs at you while pushing you down the stairs, that swaggers right up to the edge of oblivion and does a stupid little dance, that understands the absurdity of it all, but refuses to let that be an excuse for apathy. Who knows why they keep being booked on indie-adjacent bills when they’re one of the most interesting metal bands in the world. This is lovely stuff.

It’s a record that thrives on trust, experimentation, and the sheer joy of making a glorious, deafening racket together. It also respects its audience enough to be honest, to be fearless, and to deliver something unfiltered and real, bursting with personality. Pigsx7 have never sounded more essential.

By "Carousel", the feedback feels cleansing, as authentic anti-heroes and alter-egos merge with the purging heaviness. [Apr 2025, p.35]

There are certainly moments here where what Pigs… provide is primarily big, dumb fun. But Death Hilarious also finds them thoroughly exploring their sonic and emotional range, the result an album which digs its hooks in deeper than ever.

Bringing together the Def Jux man’s icy pen and instantly recognisable flow with a riff that bassist John-Michael Hedley had been playing with for a couple of years has resulted in arguably the most overtly political statement of Pigs’ career. It’s a hulking beast of chugged rhythms and swirling guitars.

Death Hilarious is a lot of things, not least a thrashing good time, and it’s an especially sober expression of the reluctant experience of waking into adulthood.

This isn’t easy listening. But for those wishing to metaphorically slay an army of deities in the shadowland of the damned? It’s right up your street.