HiFi PiG ANNOUNCES BRAND NEW AWARD
You may have noticed in the latest review we have published, that the iFi iCan Phantom headphone amplifier has been awarded the Reviewer’s Preference award by Oscar, and we thought we ought to explain a little about why we have created this new award.
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Hifi Pig is delighted to announce that we have taken on three new members of the review team to help us expand our content and reach, as well as giving readers more of the reviews we know you love so much. More »
If Marvel Comics’ Man-Thing made a record it would sound dangerously close to 20 Years In A Montana Missile Silo. Sci-fi synths swirl and soar over Creedence Clearwater Revival-style swamp rock, topped off with David Thomas’ idiosyncratic warbling yelp. Pere Ubu are one of those rare bands who are – as John Peel put it when referring to The Fall – “always different, always the same.” More »
It goes by many names; Christgau called it “skronk.” Bangs called it “horrible noise.” You probably call it “hipster shit.” More »
Hypopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia (definition: a fear of long words) is a wondrous mess of contradictions. By taking 21st century pop and melding it with The Jesus Lizard’s rhythmic disorientation, The Butthole Surfers’ sonic experimentation and the propulsive beat of dance music, Hypochristmutreefuzz have crafted a debut album of brilliant modernity. More »
Since there have been Gods, there have been worshippers. And since there have been worshippers, there have been Gods… More »
As a classically trained pianist and multi-instrumentalist, Brett Gleason’s hands are not incapable. However, virtuosity is not synonymous with creativity, and on Manifest Gleason treads water in an ocean of Amos-isms and ivory-tickling. More »
Ladies and gentlemen; the root of the problem…
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People Are Subject To Change
To cry “SELL-OUT!” is to wield a brand of red-hot iron. To press it sizzling painfully against the skin of a human performer like it was the skin of a cow. To spell out in two simple words just who the masters are and who is the dancing monkey. More »