AVERT YOUR eyes if you pine for retina-detaching graphics, ball-grabbing sub-heads and low-depth articles, and welcome to Porky Prime Cuts, where passion ain’t a fashion, where pop and politics are bedfellows and the world’s finest albums are being released from a bedroom in Shitsville.
Porky is a bona fide doctor of music, purveying his eyes and ears over the latest sounds whether they be from Invercargill or Inverurie; Kingston-upon-Hull or Kingston, Jamaica.
We’re lo-fi and fucki*g proud of it. Your grandmother could probably make a glossier blog. But.
Porky detects and dissects great new albums, and spits on the covers of the mediocre. An album is not a product but a statement of intent.
The filthy pig interviews artists, features bands, spraffs on about anything that capture’s his imagination: fanzines, football, men’s knitting clubs.
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Send material for review to Craig Haggis, PO Box 25472, Featherston St, Wellington 6146, New Zealand. Or to the UK branch: 20 Nursery Rd, Montrose, Angus DD10 9AW