According to Urban Dictionary, a gutter pig is “a person considered so nasty and vile that calling them just a pig isn’t enough because they belong in the gutter with faeces and public waste”. Such wretched depths of squalor have provided furtive inspiration for Sydney noise provocateur Ryan Durrington. Donning a pig mask and meshing former band Naughty Boys’ hedonist punk abandon with the sordid club electronics of his John Citizen6 project, ‘Duzza’s latest alter-ego Gutter Pig wantonly revels in the sewer, excreting electro melees “for f***, pervs, freaks and gronks”.

Debut EP Perv delivers four spits of seedy synthpunk at its most greasy and brutish. All fronted with Duzza’s guttural vocal bellows, each track dwells in the seamiest corners of a Cruising leather dungeon, the air thick with stale sweat, testosterone, ugly sex, and used rubbers. ‘Ripe’ captures the unabashed debauchery with primitive urgency, all stabbing bass stings jabbing atop caustic beats scoring chemical rushes with acutely acrid intoxication, while the drums are filtered through colder resonance on the machine thuggery of ‘Dichotomy’. Perv‘s most noxious moment comes from the unlikeliest sources, an ode to U2’s guitarist on the bruising chug of ‘The Edge’ ironically fuels a particularly smoggy cut of industrial heft which highlights the warped sense of humour that underpins all Duzza’s musical projects.

“Dirty feral fucker, feelin’ bad for my mother” Gutter Pig squeals on EP finale ‘Scumbag’, a hoggish exaltation that succinctly serves as a mantra for the gleeful rejoice in garbage and illicit indulgences that spikes throughout. Wry, belligerent, and definitely not good for you, Perv is an infectious slice of abject keyboard punk that leaves you repeatedly needing a shower, the dirt just not coming off.