Posted tagged ‘Machine Head’

There goes your eardrums

November 26, 2011

Of the Premiership’s big four only Megadeth are still delivering the goods. Slayer, Anthrax and Metallica are letting the genre down. Step up to the plate one of the big bands from the 90’s: Machine Head. The band’s new album, their seventh, is thrash metal at its best; snarling vocals, big solos, dark lyrics. Unto the Locust is a mind-blowing CD even if it has been released by the infernal Road Runner Records.

The difference between metal bands and pop bands isn’t just in the music. A lot of pop albums by distinguished “artists” have a lot of filler in them. Cover songs, songs that will never see the light of night at a concert, self-indulgent ditties “penned” by the non-song writing star singer him/her self. Not so with the Metal Gods. Every song right down to the last track is carefully crafted with intricate guitar solos or elaborate key changes that show they care about their audience. They play it loud; the louder, the better. On Monday December 5th at the SECC I will be party to deafness or disappointment.

The locust is an insect that breeds like fridge magnets. Their swarming behaviour is legendary. My first recollection of Locusts was in an Incredible Hulk comic book way back in my pre-historic days. The story was called “Day of the Locust”. Old jade-jaws managed to overcome the swarm that threatened him by defeating the villain that was controlling the teeming towers of noisy pests.

As I’m a Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here hit’s the TV screens for its fifty-seventh or so series I look forward to some nourishing bush tucker trials. If I were on the show I would gladly eat up my share of Locusts that were piled in a dish. Eating bugs and being in a cage with creepy-crawlies wouldn’t bother me in the slightest. Bring it on; if you think I’m scared of you, you’ve got another thing coming.

Snakes and their cousins are a different kettle of fish. Anything without legs gives me the slithers. Worms, snails, snakes, they would make me run for the highest chair. I’d hitch my trouser leg up and scream for help.

Down they come
The swarm of locusts
Skies above Converge to choke us
Feast of souls
Consume the harvest
Young and old
Suffer unto the locust