Safety Second, Body Last veers away from the short, pained bursts of the Locust's 2003 Plague Soundscapes. Instead, its two tracks (topping out at just over ten minutes) space out the grindy noise with disquieting lulls. There might be some kind of concept here, but good luck discerning it from lyrics like "Plaster every sore" and "hyponagogic logic dictates, quite cogently, that it is your turn to wear the lampshade." Don't worry about meaning. With the Locust it's all about feeling. The first track's twists and turns are particularly rewarding as it rolls through skittering song-splatter and swirling sub-Mars Volta soundscapes and culminates in a moment that's too quiet, the keyboards ticking off like overused engines before a plodding electronic pulse starts gaining from behind. Watch out!
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AllMusic Review by Johnny Loftus