THE LOCUST/ARAB ON
RADAR – SPLIT SINGLE (GOLD STANDARD LABORATORIES)
This is a handsome and
grotesque release all in one shot.
There is a beauty in gore and noise and here are two bands that cleverly
tap into that notion while attempting to make you go deaf and bloody your
ears. Housed on a seven
inch shaped like a splat of puke (and with a similar colouring of texture)
you just feel you cannot lose with such sickly packaged music. You can only lose your hearing.
The Locust are just
frightening. I saw them once and never
again. It was one of the most violent
pits I have ever fallen into, one that filled me with such aggression and
violence that I started kicking out and attempting to hurt people for stepping
on my toes. I was in the wrong. Meanwhile on stage creatures resembling
insects barely moved while producing the most devastating of sounds. They were flattening all they were coming in
contact with. For this split single
their side of the record contains five tracks, the longest of which clocks in
at forty three seconds. Indeed some of
their song titles feel longer than the actual tracks themselves (“Wet Nurse
Syndrome Hand Me Down Display Case” and “Spitting In The Faces Of Fools As A
Source Of Nutrition” being the best examples).
I was wrong to think this was music to dance to.
In contrast the free
noise of Arab On Radar is somewhat more harnessed. There is repetition to frame proceedings, a repetition that
resembles a pulse. The guitars do not
sound like guitars, the drums sound cheap and broken and then when the vocals
finally drop in suddenly it all sounds very Melt-Banana in a most agreeable
manner. It all feels like music
constructed from bloodied lab coats.
The experiment went wrong but the results were great. The final conclusion: your music is too fat.
Today I find myself
playing this record at ear-splitting volume with view to drowning out my
neighbour’s shit selection of Madonna hits and other chart mediocrity. It is a resounding soundclash, one in which
I am unlikely to emerge the victor as a scene akin to the annoyance of Driller
Killer abounds and sadly the state of affairs descends to complete antisocial
mobility. One day they will die.
Thesaurus moment:
overall.
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