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23 de sept. de 2011 · Official videos: - 'Locust', - 'Darkness Within'. Recording information: Recorded and mixed from April to July 2011 at Jingletown Recording, Oakland, California, United States. Additional recording done at Trident Studios, Pacheco, California, and Machine Head's Jam Room, Oakland, California. Mastered at Sterling Sound, New York. Identifiers:
26 de sept. de 2023 · Official full album stream for MACHINE HEAD's seventh studio album, UNTO THE LOCUST, released in Australia on September 23, in the UK on September 26 and wor...
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21 de sept. de 2011 · Machine Head. METAL · 2011. After the epic grandeur and perfection of The Blackening, Machine Head delivers Unto the Locust, an album that lives up to its deserved reputation. The band doesn’t waste ideas here or water down its best ones; it hits everything dead-on, and the welcomed complexity is a great relief for a genre often hampered by ...
26 de sept. de 2016 · Features. Metal Hammer. Machine Head: how we made Unto The Locust. By Dom Lawson. ( Metal Hammer ) published 26 September 2016. Children singing, acoustic guitars, a ton of angst: this iis Machine Head’s track by track guide to their biggest ever album. (Image credit: Getty Images)
Album. Burn My Eyes. Machine Head (3) Released. 1994 — Europe. CD —. Album. Explore the tracklist, credits, statistics, and more for Unto The Locust by Machine Head. Compare versions and buy on Discogs.
18 de feb. de 2024 · Unto the Low-Cost - 58%. Machine Head's discography is really up and down, isn't it. Its graph is a zigzag. Really high peaks, and (really) low valleys. A band capable of a debut like 'Burn my Eyes' that releases 'The Burning Red' or 'Supercharger' a couple of records later, then pulls off the vibrant and inspired 'The Blackening', only to ...
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. [Verse 2:] Surrender, these veins are bled. Devoured, nothing sacred. Strings pull the marionettes. See how they dance upon the winds that beget our pestilence.
