The self-titled Locust e.p. is a kick in all of your teeth- even the hard-to-get-at ones in the back of your mouth. Unintelligible hardcore screams, randomly picked guitars, and sinister synths break into unexpected rythms and phase back out again before you can say OW! I LIKE IT! Buy this cd.
Taking the punk aesthetic to its most illogical extreme, The Locust emit incredibly short blasts of furious lo-fi hardcore. Noisy guitars, chaotic vocals and cheesy keyboards...who could ask for more...a moth-eaten deer head? They've got that too.
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