Heavy-metal satanists, gangsta rappers, and childhood-damaged aggro-rockers only wish they could create the destructive racket San Diego screamo machine the Locust makes on Plague Soundscapes. With the subtlety of a sledgehammer, the quartet speeds through 23 blasts of incoherence in just over 20 minutes. Some titles: "Anything Jesus Does I Can Do Better" and "The Half-Eaten Sausage Would Like to See You in His Office." Atonal keyboards and finger-bleeding riffs uncoil behind vocalist Justin Pearson, who slobbers and howls like the Cookie Monster's bad-seed brother. To the uninitiated, Plague sounds suspiciously like a splattering mess of noise. Yet, dissect its chaos and you find a coherent amalgamation of influences. There is crushing hardcore acceleration, bits of metal-god fret-jumping, and Atari Teenage Riot-style electro-digital punishment. Forget the Bible's dire testimony: This Locust infestation is a gift from headbanger heaven.