Beneath the neon-green glow of two bright stageside beer signs, Chapel Hill five-piece In the Year of the Pig sounded like our incredible hulks, just faster and brighter and less vulnerable. The band's metallic Motorik menace slapped the room in the ears, like spiky exclamation points stabbing the gaps open for Earth, now a torpid, monolithic, blues-based, heavy-bottomed band with a focus and mettle as elegant as it is arid. --