Machine Head Locust Music Video

Locust was the warm up video for the the 2011 Machine Head album Unto the Locust, it was released in June 2011 several months before the album released and was an instant hit with Machine Head fans.  The video was shot by Mike Sloat, who had directed all other videos since Imperium, and features a Machine Head performing in a waste land while a plague of Locusts assaults them.

The bands drummer Dave McClain had this to say on the theme for Locust:

Phil had these lyrics and when we first started writing… he brought some lyrics and the song was called Locust and I thought it sounded really cool. It didn’t mean anything to me at the time, but I just thought it sounded cool and then I started reading the lyrics and it’s a metaphor basically for a person, an actual person, the type I’m sure everyone’s experienced. This person just kind of floats into your life and destroys things for you and then is out of your life and just leaves you to pick up the pieces. It’s a metaphor for a person because that’s what… when locusts are swarming they’re not really flying, they’re just going with the wind and wherever they land is just like complete devastation and then there off to the next place. That’s what it is! A metaphor for a person that does that.

Such a great song and video!

Locust Lyrics:

Sweet caress grazes my skin
It’s loveless, these hooks sink in
Behind an angel’s disguise, an insect preys
Mandibles cut like a knife, the reckoning

Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds
Louder the tattered wings they sound
Descending down

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

Surrender, these veins are bled
Devoured, nothing sacred
Strings pull the marionettes
See how they dance upon the winds that beget our pestilence

Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds
Louder the tattered wings they sound
Descending down

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

Bleeding from my eyes, this plague is sent to erase us
Bleeding from inside, these vermin can’t infiltrate us

Faith appears, and holds a candle
Hark, the angels sing

Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds
Louder the tattered wings they sound

Tear the veil, the lies derail
Purity ever will prevail
Trumpets sound the shattered crown
Halos of truth now they surround
The charade comes down

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)

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

Author: Staff Writer

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