Aside from sharing space within the vague and very general category of rock 'n' roll, In the Year of the Pig and Last Year's Men have very little in common. A two-drummer, two-bassist, older-dude militia armed with weapons fabricated from noise rock, Krautrock, drone metal, stoner metal, black metal and sheer fucking willpower, In the Year of the Pig is one of the ugliest, most brutal and—really—best bands the Triangle can offer right now. A one-guitar, one-drummer, one-bassist teenage posse with a dozen perfect melodies delivered through a preternaturally righteous mix of fuzz and clarity, Last Year's Men is one of the most delightful, spry and—really—best bands the Triangle can offer right now. Kindred spirits, after all. With Defamiliar. —Grayson Currin