— to spotlight some of the music that reflected, defined or simply lived down to the appalling crumminess of the past 12 months. (“No more celebrities telling us what we’re supposed to feel,” Morrison sings in an irony apparently lost on him.) Then arrives the glorious chorus: “Piggy piggy piggy piggy. / Piggy, piggy, piggy, piggy. / Piggy, piggy, piggy, piggy.” The band adds another layer of complexity in verse four: “Hairy nose, hairy nose / How I love my hairy nose / And in the morning, see, it flows.” Thanks, piggy piggy, but no no no.

Source: Los Angeles Times December 21, 2020 23:15 UTC