Now 17 years into a career that looked for all money to be on the rocks at the turn of the century, Machine Head could well become the dictionary definition of the term ‘late bloomer’, were it not for the fact that their debut, 1994’s incendiary Burn My Eyes, has subsequently been accepted as one of the biggest and best debut albums in the metallic canon. That they’ve come up with their best ever album after such a long gap is a testament to the sheer bloody mindedness and stickability of MH mainman Rob Flynn and his horny-handed band of compadres. Journeymen metallers they may be, but that didn’t stop them coming up with a nigh-on perfect exposition of what true heavy metal should sound like in 2011.
In simple terms this really is as good as it gets as far as straight up heavy metal is concerned. The guitar playing, from Flynn and long-time cohort Phil Demmel, is nothing short of astounding at times, without the album ever falling into the trap of shred wankery that lurks ever present for any band with two virtuoso axemen on board; whilst drummer Dave McClain drives the whole thing with precision, power and panache. If you’re a metal fan and you don’t yet own …Locust, get down to your nearest record n’ tape emporium on Boxing Day and invest. Happy listening.