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Sutcliffe Jugend - Pigdaddy

Pigdaddy marks another return for Sutcliffe Jugend, the veteran electronic noise outfit, involving Kevin Tomkins and Paul Taylor. Kevin Tomkins did a stint with Whitehouse in the eighties and since then there has been sporadic releases from Sutcliffe Jugend. Last year saw the release of This Is the Truth (on Ground Fault Recordings and Hospital Productions) and now we have Pigdaddy.

Pigdaddy avoids the curt, clipped verbal assaults redolent of power electronics with length lyrics around the topics of power, control, domination. Naturally there's a strong sexual element to it all. It's an approach that allows greater vocal dexterity. Oh yeah, it's abusive and and no doubt abhorent but the variety of treatments the vocal go through obscure Tomkins' lyrics somewhat. He sounds in great form though: teasing, menacing and at time almost playful, especially on the title track. Against a series of throbs, frequency squelches and cut-up distortion, his wayward vocal is constantly hectoring and questioning: '"Who's the daddy? Ask yourself, who is the Pigdaddy?" - throwing in moments of philosophical insight. It's a total dressing down for the listener.

The vocal delivery on 'Insult' and 'Nonce' may well pick up on the shrill and distorted takes on power electronics though musically - and I'm using the term loosely - 'Insult' pits guitar screechiness against the rumbling noise, while it takes until the final track, 'Nonce' before they really let loose with the shrill frequencies synonymous with power electronics. But even here its the darting and rumbling electronics that really set the tone. Like much of Pigdaddy the themes of sexual depravity are framed in a far more adventurous sort of noise, one that is textured and injected blasts of guitar based feedback. It's no less effective but really the disturbing aspect of Pigdaddy rests with Tomkins' delivery.

'Defacer' is awash with electro buzz shudders and waves of guitar feedback to Tomkin's verbal assaults. The heavily manipulated vocals of 'Filth' drooled over skittering electronic tones climaxing in a heated chant over short frequency bursts. 'Dirty' comes over with sweeping rhythmic noise, where Tomkins' sing-speak delivery sounds like Tom Waits reared on a diet of Broken Flag releases. You might even catch yourself singing along to the "Dirty, dirty.." lyrics.

Noise and power electronics in the hands of Wolf Eyes and their ilk may be palatable but leave it to Sutcliffe Jugend to plummet to new depths of depravity. Sutcliffe Jugend will be more than happy in the knowledge that with Pigdaddy they remain the unacceptable face of power electronics. Play it to your Wolf Eyes friends and watch them weep. For more information go to