Review by SilentScream213 for Pig Destroyer - Prowler in the Yard (2001)

Pig Destroyer proceeded to copulate with their instruments like objects of hate and affection. The sounds were ugly and unique and fascinating. Blood flowed freely as flesh scraped against splintered wood and metal wire. It was an awful sight. It was the sight of a crimson sunset staining the erect towers of concrete tombs. It was the sound of waves scraping away sand from the body of a beach. It was the taste of metal, red metal, innocent red metal, at least it was until about 5 seconds ago before it came flowing out. It was so horrible that it turned inward on itself until its innards were borne, a beautiful garden of twisted flesh and bone. The sounds were satisfying and fulfilling and gratifying. What a beautiful city. Where is this beach where girls in bikinis write their names in the sand. Their lives extinguished before the waves can even wash away the letters. But then, they never have to see the day they stop being beautiful. Or were they never.