All Pigs Must Die is sure to get a scolding from PETA about their name. Charles Manson, on the other hand, thinks it’s brilliant, but he is a murdering, delusional psychopath who had the ridiculous notion that he could start a race war. All Pigs Must Die has armed itself for a different kind of conflict and it is horrific in its own way.

Spewing hate and breathing fire, these nihilistic death-metal merchants – comprised of members of Converge and the Hope Conspiracy, among other brokers of brutality – see death and violence everywhere. Scenes of inhuman violence and hellish madness are painted in lyrical blood by vocalist Kevin Baker, whose guttural vehemence barely manages to rise above the fast, cyclonic fury of Ben Koller’s ridiculously fast and frenzied drumming, the aggressive, roiling riffage and devastating bass in the breathtaking “Death Dealer,” “Pulversization” and “Sacrosanct.”

Amid the chaos, highly technical guitar dynamics make quick, darting starts and stops, as if trying to find an escape route out of dingy torture chambers, but are swallowed up in raging apocalyptic storms of crust punk and thrash metal that spit them out on somebody’s lawn, along with a mobile home, a child’s bike and some broken lawn ornaments. Fetid atmospheres choked with the stench of decomposing corpses weigh heavily on Nothing Violates This Nature, and the hostility in this wasteland is more than palpable. It fills your lungs and makes it difficult to breathe.

Wreaking havoc with a malevolence born of despair, hopelessness and futile attempts at anger management, All Pigs Must Die see the world through blackened, cracked glasses, and on “God is War” and “The Blessed Void,” they bulldoze places where unspeakable acts of cruelty have taken place with slow, surging venom and no remorse. Somewhat mystical, with bits of spindly progressive cobwebs in their dank corners, these tracks widen in scope and ambition, the guitars becoming Mastodon-like behemoths with plenty of muscular torque and evil intent. They are impossible to kill.

And so is All Pigs Must Die, a band inspired by Entombed and the Cro-Mags who smash the stained-glass windows of the intro to “Third World Genocide” and then proceed to go on a blistering speed-metal rampage of destruction through “Extinction is Ours,” before ending it all in “Sadistic Vindicator,” where the explosive, relentless bombardment of thick, angry riffs – found in abundance on Nothing Violates This Nature – and crazed, pounding beats seems to go on for hours. At last, when Nothing Violates This Nature is done, blue skies appear and birds will sing, but you are sadly aware that in some parts, bad stuff is happening.

Label: Southern Lord