Hurt People Hurt is the latest album by Industrial legends Pig who have been Raymond Watts main vehicle since the 90's, along with collaborating with among others Einsturzende Neubauten, Foetus and Psychic TV this album was written in collaboration with Jim Davies from Pitchshifter et al.
The album opens with the semi-classical industrial goth of Tosca's Kiss that's in love with the demons you can't deny driving you onwards, they need Tosca's Kiss to heal you, making things right. If you can ever find her twisting on that packed dancefloor, cataclysmic synths, whipping up a maelstrom you can't ever get by, those demons chasing you everywhere you go.
Monkey See Monkey Do is an industrial anthem for anyone who follows the crowd and just does what they see others doing, while having no real personal moral compass to save themselves from the worst excesses, the dense heavy industrial synths and guitars wrench open minds and souls and ends up seeing their own reflection in the mirror once more.
Sex & Suicide sounds like lives corrosive influences have led you to the conclusion that the greatest high of all, is when Sex & Suicide embrace in one final colossal orgiastic climax, making sure you can never go back to a life before you were consumed by Inxs and the tortured perversions conjured in that world.
Hurt People Hurt opens with an acapella chorus that the synths and drum machines slowly build around, like a distressed Foetus offshoot, making clear the most vicious people they know, are always the damaged folks, who feel the only way they can deal with there own pain, is to inflict more pain on others.
Scars he has a few, far too few to mention so to speak, synths illuminate his pain and distress caused by all these everyday Scars, the Scars you need to pray or drive your creativity, sirens rise and distort the demons crawling inside of you like a hungry dog, or pain escaping through Scars that burst at the seams, leaking puss through granulomas, only extending the scar can relieve the pain caused, metalwork crawling out of your body, unleash the demons.
Quid Pro Quo he's stuck in a hellhole with his needle and spoon, crooked little vein hoping of a little Quid Pro Quo from the world, a method of survival in the post-industrial gloom dystopia. Ruins a world in tatters, take a journey into the Ruins we all must navigate, a slowly uttered prayer, to those who might listen to his prayer, while finding a new sign and path out of here.
DNA is where that code is embedded, driving you on, making you a part of what you are, what you may become encoded on slow, glacial spatial questions, how all the answers you need are in that DNA and not god given.
He then becomes the Imposter grinding guitars in a house of fashion, not fitting in, slow pulses and confessions of what he did wrong along the way, to becoming who he is, how his desires were fulfilled within that mob he ran with.
The Reapers lament the end is near, you know what sins and crimes you are guilty of, the punishment you deserve, unrepentant he will be in heaven, his sins were never the political kind, that would lead to hell. Industrial gloom eulogy for the end of life in that bad neighbourhood, his type can never escape, serenading those going to the pits of hell.
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