Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7.5/10

Aggression in Metal is nothing without self control, without the ability to pull back from the edge without tipping into the fire of unlikeable self promotion; it doesn’t happen a great deal in other genres but in the smouldering furnace of Metal it can be a case of too much reliance on the genre’s image can be a self fulfilling prophecy. You only have to look at Metallica, one of the true heavy weights of the field to understand how too much can lead to some fans feeling alienation from their former idols between ’93 and 2006.

This is thankfully not the case with Fueled Hate and their new album March of The Pigs, they come to furnace to gaze into the remains of others but not to jump in themselves, the lessons heeded, the moral learned and in that diligent taking of notes the five piece from Corby steadfast display aggression, anger, the simple beauty of anarchy raising its flared nostrils, taking in the smell of venom, of the crafted malevolence and release an album that reminds the listener of the likes of Anthrax, the same disturbance in the Metal arena to hammer home lyrics that driven home with a the weight of a wrecking ball.

Although the band themselves say they don’t fit into a genre, the allusions to mixing up the style of early Rap Metal is there in the background, the sense of shimmering obituary comes through and for Raymond Lindsay the urge to decry the world and watch it burn is majestic in his vocals.

With Grem Darroch on guitar and backing vocals, Barry Phillips on guitar, Lukas Mozdzenski on bass and David Lindsay on drums adding true colour to the proceedings, March of The Pigs is energetic, it is not afraid to get into the pen and roll with the listener in the mud, always ensuring that you, like it, never grows tired of the tussle, the fact that it armed to the snout with weapons of mass induction, of devices that are incendiary and explosive is all the better for truly wrestling and joining in with the march of the pigs.

In tracks such as Over Again, Hide and Seek, Plagued and Begging Me, Fueled Hate are poking the furnace with vigour, they have found the biggest tongs in the smith’s armoury and hold the album out for inspection with great honesty, the pure grade metal has by passed the carbon range and is an offering anybody with Metal on their mind would find pleasing.

Ian D. Hall