Pig destroyer - Natasha (2008)

Desde siempre Pig destroyer ha sido un simbolo del grindcore mas extremo y agresivo y, aunque aún sigue siendolo, este disco no tiene nada que ver, ya que como Scott Hull dijo, esto es algo totalmente experimental, una composición oscura que habían escrito hace mucho y que nunca se atrevieron a editar por el enorme cambio a lo que tenían acostumbrados al público (aunque se supone que se había editado mucho antes junto a una edición del disco "Terrifyer", pero sobre esto solo he leido, no he podido encontrar tal edición).
Pero esto no quiere decir que abandonen el grind, tambien se advertio de que Pig destroyer iva a seguir haciendo grindcore hasta que no les quedasen fuerzas.

Dejando a un lado lo anterior, centrémonos en el disco sin caer en el pensamiento de Pig destroyer = grindcore; lo que tenemos es una obra conceptual (de hecho solo existe un corte que se llama como el CD, Natasha, y que dura 37:35 minutos) que contiene un montón de ritmos totalmente diferentes con los cuales se expresa en cada momento el contenido y sentimiento de la parte de la letra que toca, cada parte esta diferenciada y separada por samplers que tambien te introducen a la sensación que quieren expresarte ya sea mediante sonidos agudos y trallantes o con sonidos mas relajantes de lluvia o voces que susurran de forma enigmática o incluso terrorífica. La siempre impresionante guitarra de Scott Hull crea riffs de todo tipo, pesados y contundentes, mas rítmicos, limpios y oscuros...; la bateria le hace un acompañamiento perfecto introduciendo de manera muy técnica todos los sonidos necesarios para crear la atmósfera perfecta; y en cuanto a la voz, utiliza registros de todo tipo, voces muy bestias, melodias tranquilas, susurros...
No sabría definir el estilo de este disco, pero merece la pena darla una oportunidad y escuchar la cantidad de detalles que contiene.
Y como el tracklist de este CD se reduce a una canción, pongo el nombre de ésta y su letra.

Pig destroyer - Natasha

Natasha:
Been lonesome two years since she disappeared I'm at the park where she was last seen a vast green clearing wrapped up in maple trees spilling the morning rain from their leaves I used to walk here with a girl seventeen at the time mistress of seventeen smiles sublime with flaming locks of red in autumn and burning locks of orange in the summertime we were solemn and awkward that last night together she laid by my side staring into starless skies black as fallen angel feathers I stared into the forest pretending not to see the hangmen she was hiding in her eyes of serpent green she said there was another I refused to believe her I'd thought we'd kiss till our tongues tied together all my loving memories became scenes of frenzied slaughter my hands became cruel talons as they moved to destroy her her neck broke like a toy in a careless child's grip my tears rained down into dead eyes and splashed upon her lifeless lips I put her in the ground like a flower here I am standing in that same spot today where my angel's empty shell last laid and as my tears began to well up once more I see a path into the treeline that I'd never seen before I follow it down into a ravine find a hole in the earth framed in the roots of a birch tree subtle echoes of her voice speaking words I've never heard but the way she hissed her "s"'s it just had to be her I smell honeysuckle then opium two of her signature scents I pull aside all the thistles and vines and mesmerized I make my descent as I crawl further inside the light slowly dies and the dirt begins to feel like her skin I tremble as I drag my fingers down the walls caressing her sweet flesh again I'm sliding down trying so hard not to fall slipping on the blood that's seeping from the walls then suddenly I'm surrounded by a thousand of her eyes bathing the tunnel in a strange green light the eyes show me pictures like ghostly television screens all her thrashing final struggles and her ravaged corpse serene the tunnel is closing behind me pressing me further and further down I'm being swallowed by her earth and consumed by her ground the end is moving into sight I gasp and I scream as I see her lovely mouth five times the size of me her lips curl into a grin around her crooked gnashing teeth I'm pulverized and devoured in the jaws of a girl seventeen.