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Tracklisting:
- Recyclable Body Fluids In Human Shape
- Identity Exchange Program, Rectum Return Policy
- Solar Panel Asses
- Live From The Russian Compound
- Earwax Halo Manufactured For The Champion In All Of Us
- Wet Dream War Machine
- Listen The Mighty Ear Is Here
- Who Wants A Dose Of The Clap?
- Teenage Mustache
- How To Become a Virgin
- Anything Jesus Does, I Can Do Better
- Late For A Double-Date With A Pile Of Atoms In The Watercloset
- File Under “Softcore Seizures”
- Practiced Hatred
- Pssst! Is That A Halfie In Your Pants?
- The Half-Eaten Sausage Would Like To See You In His Office
- Pulling The Christmas Pig By The Wrong Pair Of Ears
- Can We Please Get Another Nail In The Coffin Of Culture Theft
- Your Mantel Disguised As A Psychic Sasquatch
- Twenty-Three Lubed-Up Schizophrenics With Delusions Of Grandeur
- Captain Gaydar It’s Time To Wind Up Your Clock
- Priest With The Sexually Transmitted Disease, Get Out Of My Bed
- Pick-Up Truck Full Of Forty-Minutes
The Locust has been throwing up in the face of conventional music since 1995, when the band formed from the pieces of San Diego hardcore stalwarts, Swing Kids and Struggle. Since then, it has hosted a veritable “Who’s Who” of punk royalty. Everyone from Tristeza/Album Leaf/GoGoGo Airheart/Crimson Curse’s Jimmy LaValle, to Tarantula Hawk’s Dave Warshaw and Dylan Scharf, and Cattle Decapitation’s David Astor have gone in and out of the band’s turnstile. The songs are fast — usually under a minute — atrociously ultra-violent and drenched in sci-fi-noise, gruesome keyboards and herky jerky, bestial scream/sing vocals — described by one journalist as “a car-wreck with vocals.” The January 2003 issue of Alternative Press makes reference to a “Devo-meets-Napalm Death” analogy.
Welcome to the beginning of the end. Here’s your soundtrack.
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Tracklisting:
- Recyclable Body Fluids In Human Shape
- Identity Exchange Program, Rectum Return Policy
- Solar Panel Asses
- Live From The Russian Compound
- Earwax Halo Manufactured For The Champion In All Of Us
- Wet Dream War Machine
- Listen The Mighty Ear Is Here
- Who Wants A Dose Of The Clap?
- Teenage Mustache
- How To Become a Virgin
- Anything Jesus Does, I Can Do Better
- Late For A Double-Date With A Pile Of Atoms In The Watercloset
- File Under “Softcore Seizures”
- Practiced Hatred
- Pssst! Is That A Halfie In Your Pants?
- The Half-Eaten Sausage Would Like To See You In His Office
- Pulling The Christmas Pig By The Wrong Pair Of Ears
- Can We Please Get Another Nail In The Coffin Of Culture Theft
- Your Mantel Disguised As A Psychic Sasquatch
- Twenty-Three Lubed-Up Schizophrenics With Delusions Of Grandeur
- Captain Gaydar It’s Time To Wind Up Your Clock
- Priest With The Sexually Transmitted Disease, Get Out Of My Bed
- Pick-Up Truck Full Of Forty-Minutes
The Locust has been throwing up in the face of conventional music since 1995, when the band formed from the pieces of San Diego hardcore stalwarts, Swing Kids and Struggle. Since then, it has hosted a veritable “Who’s Who” of punk royalty. Everyone from Tristeza/Album Leaf/GoGoGo Airheart/Crimson Curse’s Jimmy LaValle, to Tarantula Hawk’s Dave Warshaw and Dylan Scharf, and Cattle Decapitation’s David Astor have gone in and out of the band’s turnstile. The songs are fast — usually under a minute — atrociously ultra-violent and drenched in sci-fi-noise, gruesome keyboards and herky jerky, bestial scream/sing vocals — described by one journalist as “a car-wreck with vocals.” The January 2003 issue of Alternative Press makes reference to a “Devo-meets-Napalm Death” analogy.
Welcome to the beginning of the end. Here’s your soundtrack.