First time I heard the expression “Pigfuck” was from Ian Mackaye, but it makes sense to hear that Christgau is responsible for it. This genre, and its ethos, remain crucial to my own adventuring, despite incredible academic, ethical and activist impulses to cast aside its will to profanity as “more trouble than its worth,” indicative of white guy privilege, etc. Why? First off: even at their worst, hardcore and its artier sibs such as pigfuck – not unlike Tea Parties – channel usually-repressed, usually-implicit generalized angst into public, formal, governable channels.
But more importantly: pigfuck also houses most of the great heavy music made “after hardcore” in the 1980s, as well as the punk music most responsive to conceptual art of the day. That said, very few of its original purveyors continue to truck in shock qua shock, these days, for whatever that’s worth.
I dunno. Bottom line is that the Jesus Lizard literally changed my life when I saw them at CBs. I was 13, I think, and David Yow’s proud resistance to skinheads, propriety and gravity drew me a flight plan through the nets of everything passive aggressive and hateful standing between me and life on earth.