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Rating: When it comes to a group like the Locust, you can't use half measures. The issue is quite simple: take it or leave it. Yes, because the San Diego quartet certainly doesn't produce music to listen to comfortably in an armchair or during a romantic evening with your lady of the moment.
The sound of our guys is as extreme as you can imagine, an explosive mix of grindcore, tons of noise, and electronic experimentation that, already in '99, had made its mark with the self-titled debut EP, which quickly became a "cult album" in the underground music scene. In 2003, they return to devastate our auditory canals with Plague Soundscapes, an even crazier album branded Anti, a subsidiary label of Epitaph attentive to the most diverse sounds. 23 perfect tracks for 25 minutes of pure sonic terrorism (with the benefit of excellent recording and the production of Alex Newport, already producer and sound engineer for major bands like Sepultura and At The Drive In), in which the lucid madness of our Californian triffids fully stands out and gives us magnificent pieces with impossible and near-nonsense titles like "Identity Exchange Program Rectum Return Policy," "How To Become A Virgin," "Anything Jesus Does I Can Do Better" (what are they on to come up with these names???) or the final and longest "Pickup Truck Full Of Forty Minutes" (3 minutes and 51 seconds, incredible!), which mark the achievement of full artistic, stylistic, and musical maturity of the Locust.
Of course, Plague Soundscapes is not an album for everyone, and perhaps listening to it sober would not give much, but if you're not afraid of extremism and want to indulge in about half-an-hour of wild pogo (also welcome in an armchair), the Locust is for you. Everyone else, opt for a book by Francesco Alberoni or, alternatively, steer clear.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Recyclable Body Fluids in Human Form (00:41)
Such and such a hero
has done so and so
Dick mythology (dickology),
don't miss out
Just an ambidextrous hunch
spawning an armless puppet child
skeptically in cahoots with
objectionable arch archetypes
Gullibility's acknowledgment confirms
by means of a broish' head nod,
Bamboozled nullifying vaccine
appreciation
Yet tip of the tongue cognition
yields to voiceless epiphanies
Pee floodgates just waiting for a pissy day.
02 Identity Exchange Program Rectum Return Policy (00:58)
Wrecked 'em? I don't even know him
Liaison for the nervous
your consensual embryo is revoked
Leave your body out of this
Passive aggressive bolts filled with anxiety
loosen amidst this cyanide vacuum
Its time for the eyeball crotch to have a looksee
Welcome to "that's enough of that"
located near "are you not my privates"?
A limbo bonanza if "this" then we weren't me
A styrofoam cup full of responsibility.
05 Earwax Halo Manufactured for the Champion in All of Us (00:52)
what if i don't get a chance to go soon?
what then?
win win win win win win stipulation
what then?
Brains can't believe eyes,
i just want the thing
09 Teenage Mustache (00:54)
Want to stay young?
Well abort now.
Otherwise you'regoing to make
a great dead cop.
Bet you think you are going to change color
standing there on all four feet
getting licked like a lollipop.
10 How to Become a Virgin (00:43)
They, the people
Done like your dinner
Taping fur to your back
does not make you a werewolf
Just like dying dads,
or already dead dads
Chance must be systematically explored
when dressed up like christman beef
11 Anything Jesus Does I Can Do Better (01:29)
Everyday I add to the list of people
who can kiss my ass
and imagine Mr. W
sucking the fuck out of it.
What is your astrological sign?
Stop. Stop!
Funny, hahaha.
Would the owner of an ounce of dignity
please contact the mall security?
Not funny, no, no.
Not funny, nope.
16 The Half-Eaten Sausage Would Like to See You in His Office (00:46)
Dear Mr. So and So
Wait until it's over
Nothing is King now
and Nothing's getting older
That jerk lives like
a missle with
his pecker (in) one hand and
his pooper (in the) other
What about the paperwork
-bowels working overtime
Feed the faxes apple dumplings
-pay that fucker overtime
hey there bossman
-fickle fucker
hey there bossman
-fickle fucker buy me dinner
19 Your Mantel Disguised as a Psychic Sasquatch (00:39)
The chicken bit it
The foreskin knew it
The sultry salesman worked to keep his high heels on.
Oh, the doors are talking
Oh, the sheets are stained
A fleshy bowl of nonsense says,
"Apparently a slut's been made!"
Why must the fortune teller
always do the dirty work?
It bit the chicken
The skin foresaw it
And sultry heels worked to keep the salesman high.
Can I touch your telepathic private parts?
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By CUNTGRINDER
The band and the album in question are a true masterpiece, yet very devastating and noisy.
This album is only for those who choose the best of music and especially all its nuances ranging from jazz to grindcore, from classical to techno.
