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May
Almost 10 years ago, a friend of mine gave me a 7″ record for my birthday. It was pressed on puke-shaped vinyl and had a penis and a pair of boobs drawn on the label. The songs were unlistenable. Of the bands featured on the EP, one performed its shows in bug masks and single-handedly launched the tight pants+white belt epidemic while the other was content in scaring young show-goers (ex: me) with the creepiest live show ever. A crap fest all around, the Locust/Arab on Radar split is one of those records that will be tough to explain to my theoretical children once their curiosity leads them to Dad’s old belongings.
But now, the AV Club shares with us its love letter to “…this one-two cockpunch of transcendental retardation.”
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