Twenty-one minutes and three seconds. That’s all it takes for all previous music to be wiped from memory, with fascist brutality. Good job too – any longer and ‘Plague Soundscapes’ would quite probably cause listeners to spontaneously die.

The headfuck on legs which is The Locust have never sounded more rounded yet simultaneously raw than here. And the onslaught of screams, creepy keyboards, spazzcore guitars and Gabe Serbian’s mental nut-pummelling drums is enough to make even a hardened noise freak feel their own heartbeat and recoil queasily.

The song titles alone could fill an entire review. Well why not? [Deep breath] ‘The Half-Eaten Sausage Would Like To See You In His Office’, ‘Anything Jesus Does I Can Do Better’, ‘Captain Gaydar It’s Time To Wind Your Clock Again’ and ‘Who Wants A Dose Of The Clap?’ are great. Obviously ‘Psst! Is That A Halfie In Your Pants?’ and ‘Priest With The Sexually Transmitted Diseases Get Out Of My Bed’ are better, but who’s splitting hairs?

Like The Locust, let’s not over-elaborate. This is music for those lacking in concentration; razor-edged ear candy heaven for attention disorder freaks. Or as The Locust put it, ‘File Under ‘Soft Core Seizures’’.