MACHINE HEAD

And so it begins... 18 tracks of acapella vocals to a haunting, somber melody sung completely in Latin.  As the eight-minute-plus opener fades out to the sounds of dual-classical guitar and cello one thing is very clear, MACHINE HEAD have every intention of carving their own path, marching forward with little concern for what other bands within their genre might be doing.  With their seventh album Unto The Locust, MACHINE HEAD have fans and critics from around the globe swarming around them to witness the game-changing aural destruction that they are set to unleash.



One can fully appreciate the MACHINE HEAD's current level of success by looking back on their less-than-glamorous beginnings in what was, at the time, a barren metal-less early 90's Bay Area. From beer- and vodka-fueled rehearsals in a small Emeryville, CA. warehouse that they shared with 4 punk rock bands, to flyering relentlessly to get the word out, to playing their first house parties, to local shows with the likes of Rancid, Deftones and Napalm Death. The band's first demo - recorded for $800 in a friend's bedroom, with their amps in the bathroom - was a very rough estimation of their burgeoning sound: a combination of the aggression of metal and punk, and the social anger of urban rap, intertwined with hypnotic Alice In Chains-esque vocal harmonies.


For years MACHINE HEAD have existed on the outer fringes of the metal scene, never being fully understood, and as such never being truly accepted by the music media. But over the course of a staggering and often controversial seventeen-year career, the band have managed to maintain and expand a fanbase so large and rabidly loyal that the world at large had no choice but to take notice. With a 'fuck it all' mentality and a fierce determination to carve their own path, MACHINE HEAD blocked the outside world and forged over time what would become the defining sound of modern metal.