Avert your eyes if you want 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.
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.
We are particularly keen on NZ, Australian and British music but there are no geographical limitations. Get in touch.