|Pictured above: the least insane image from the video.|
If there were a patron saint of noise and squalor in Louisville, it would be Insect Policy. Like a glue-huffing Birthday Party, the band take a blithe stance on abusing their instruments in a way determined to frighten squares everywhere. Opening with a bloodcurdling scream, the band get into it, all bass and drum fury decorated (or profaned, if you will) by guitar accents here and there. To my ears this is a beautiful kind of noise and with few exceptions without parallel in the city. In a lot of ways they are an aspirational lot, given how little of a fuck they have towards convention or anything meant to necessarily be palatable to the casual listener. But digging deep yields rewards here and it’s a delight to hear something this gleefully heinous.