01. Recyclable Body Fluids In Human Shape
02. Identity Exchange Program, Rectum Return Policy
03. Solar Panel Asses
04. Live From The Russian Compound
05. Earwax Halo Manufactured For The Champion In All Of Us
06. Wet Dream War Machine
07. Listen The Mighty Ear Is Here
08. Who Wants A Dose Of The Clap?
09. Teenage Mustache
10. How To Become a Virgin
11. Anything Jesus Does, I Can Do Better
12. Late For A Double-Date With A Pile Of Atoms In The Watercloset
13. File Under 'Softcore Seizures'
14. Practiced Hatred
15. Pssst! Is That A Halfie In Your Pants?
16. The Half-Eaten Sausage Would Like To See You In His Office
18. Can We Please Get Another Nail In The Coffin Of Culture Theft
19. Your Mantel Disguised As A Psychic Sasquatch
20. Twenty-Three Lubed-Up Schizophrenics With Delusions Of Grandeur
21. Captain Gaydar It's Time To Wind Up Your Clock
22. Priest With The Sexually Transmitted Disease, Get Out Of My Bed
23. Pick-Up Truck Full Of Forty-Minutes
12/16/2007Live From The Russian Compound
Aided by Alex Newport's clean, confident production, this record crams 23 songs into just around the same amount of minutes -- piling unpredictable, split-second changes, blasts of 2-second-long space-riffs, and lupine screams onto spazzed-out keyboards that sound totally inhuman and strangely organic. It's nervy and sinuous and, above all else, uncomfortably apocalyptic -- which makes even more sense now, considering the temper of the times when it was recorded. Welcome to the beginning of the end. Here's your soundtrack.
Cover art by Sam McPheeters.
Photo by Mark Walters, 2003.
All songs written and arranged by The Locust (except for * written by Crossed Out).
Produced by Alex Newport.
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US Rel. Date: 06/24/2003
EU Rel. Date: 06/23/2003
Either their entire eight-year career is an elaborate in-joke or San Diego sickoids The Locust are congenitally insane. Both, we hope. Anyway, these four art-school misfits are avatars of the Napalm Death-stealing-Devo's-dinner-money screamo movement, selling a scarcely-credible 20,000 copies of their first album, wearing matching camo bug outfits, once releasing an EP on puddle-shaped vinyl and never, ever writing a song longer than 60 seconds. So this second LP crams 23 shards of ultra-abrasive noise (sample song titles: 'Anything Jesus Does, I Can Do Better', 'The Half-Eaten Sausage Will See You In His Office') into 21 minutes of brain-shrivelling math-metal. They even print the lyrics on the sleeve, not that you'd ever be able to read along with them. Genius.
Grindcore and analog synthesizers: two great tastes that taste grate together. Given that Plague Soundscapes has 23 songs clocking in a pube's length over 21 minutes - each track overstuffed with cessant shrieking, uzi-fire drumming, ocomotive guitars and deranged synthesizer ursts - nobody's getting the Locust confused with Simple Plan anytime soon. Instead of mining the same boo-scary goth-rock intros seemingly used by every underground metal unit, Joey Karam makes his electronics squirm and twitch brilliantly, ushering new possibilities into the genre via the bands spiracles.
This reviewer still ponders whether there's some deeper sociopolitical meaning behind a song called "Late For Double Date With A Pile Of Atoms In The Water Closet." Perhaps it's text from some obscure Situationist tract - or from a home enema kit.
Average Fan Rating: 5.00
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THIS IS A KICKASS ALBUM WITH KICKASS TUNES N ANY1 WITH SHIT TI SAY ABOOT THIS RECORD OUTTA FUCK OFF BCUZ THE LOCUST GET ENUFF SHIT FRUM PEOPLE AS IT IS