Music
Arguably the Surfers' heaviest album, and without a doubt their darkest and most disturbing, Locust Abortion Technician is also considered by many critics and fans to be one of the band's best, harnessing aspects of punk, heavy metal, and psychedelia into a then-unique sound that could be considered noise rock. With its marriage of punk and metal producing a number of grinding, slower-paced songs, the album might also be seen as an early precursor of grunge. "Sweat Loaf" utilizes a warped riff similar to the verse riff from the Black Sabbath song "Sweet Leaf." Not all of the tracks are guitar-oriented, though; the song "Kuntz" was created by remixing an original Eastern recording by a Thai artist.
This album marked the debut of bass player Jeff Pinkus, as well as the return of co-drummer Teresa Nervosa, who had left the band in December 1985. It was also the first Surfers full-length album to feature lead singer Gibby Haynes' "Gibbytronix" vocal effects, which features on the songs "Sweat Loaf" and "Human Cannonball" (though Gibbytronix were employed on Comb on the Cream Corn from the Socket of Davis EP a year earlier).
Many Locust Abortion Technician songs are recurring features of the Surfers' live concerts, including "Sweat Loaf," "Graveyard," "Pittsburgh to Lebanon," "U.S.S.A.," "Kuntz," and "22 Going on 23."
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