As destructive as they are innovative, the Locust, San Diego's boundary-crushing merchants of abrasive, noisy, synth-infused grind-punk sets the hazmat meter on high and expands its sound on New Erections, which drops March 20, 2007. Praised by The L.A. Weekly for creating a new, more dangerous paradigm for punk this resourceful foursome builds on that belief with the vast, textural Alex Newport-produced follow up to its 2003 ANTI- debut Plague Soundscapes. Be it the reckless, riotous 'We Have Reached an Official Verdict: Nobody Gives a Shit;' the scathing, cathartic 'Full Frontal Obscurity;' or the sonic skull fuck 'Book of Bot' the Locust's ongoing satire of America''s Wonder Bread culture is destined to give you a stiffie.

For a long time, no punk band really rose to the challenge of creating a new, more dangerous paradigm for punk! the Locust rise to that challenge. [Their] sound is a brutal object, a paperweight made of diamonds. These atoms have mass and a delicately chiseled form, and they will cut or bludgeon, depending on how you handle them.' Alec Hanley Bemis, LA Weekly