Plague Soundscapes
The Locust

by Chad Beck Plague Soundscapes

Mankind has been predicting Armageddon forever. In fact, back before they could evolve into the writers of the Left Behind series, chimps of doom probably alarmed less educated baboons that the "sky was falling." Unfortunately, while the world never does quite collapse on itself, the Left Behind people keep writing sequels (to the end of the world?) and the information age has made it extremely easy for anyone to spread their message of violence, destruction and, ultimately, oblivion of the entire planet. Witness The Locust, a quartet hellbent on destroying anything that dares come within earshot.

At just under 21 minutes, the 23 songs on Plague Soundscapes fire like rapid shots from a laser pistol. Each blast comes fortified with enough screech, synth blips and demonized wails to instantly send any living creature under 100 pounds running from the room (heads up, Exterminators). While The Locust obviously have no use for melody, traditional time structure or beauty, they do have a remarkable knack for menacing noise. In a flash, The Locust fly through"Identity Exchange Program Rectum Return Policy" like piranha going through a cat. Pulverizing, rather than soothing the listener, is the band's modus operandi, and if one makes it to Plague Soundscapes' conclusion, they should receive a medal of honor (or bravery? stupidity?).

Even more absurd than the sounds of The Locust are the song titles chosen to accompany them. Fare such as "Late For A Double Date With A Pile Of Atoms In The Water Closet," "Captain Gaydar It's Time To Wind Your Clock Again" and "Your Mantel Disguised As A Psychic Sasquatch" will likely never be covered by an American Idol or spoken by an American disc jockey. That seems to be fine with vocalist/bassist Justin Pearson who says, "I just want to change the way people look at music, or maybe just destroy it in general. Things are so normal, safe, 4/4 timing, blah. Sometimes it makes me want to throw up." Well, congratulations Justin. You just did. It's called Plague Soundscapes, available everywhere fine records are sold.

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