Distant Locust folded in 1996 but not before leaving behind this all-too-jaded cover of the Donna Summers’ classic that sounds too much like “now” to be safely ignored. One of the few bands from Australia that allowed itself to use more than four letters in its name, Distant Locust toured with such other CLT favorites as white soul tech-heads (no. srsly.) Clock DVA and the original death of rock and roll, Christian Death. Bowie was a fan, or so the bio says. (This is probably true. Bowie has been known to like stuff.)
To the business at hand: DL’s cover goes pretty much as note-for-note as a three-piece band can without the studio enhancements of Sir Giorgio Moroder. Oddly enough, this is the so-called “edit” of their cover, which runs nearly twice as long as the unedited original. While the instrumentation is respectful enough, the vocals undermine any sort of ‘tribute,” sounding like a seen-it-all vocalist playing his 200th show in 200 days. “World weary” would be a nice way of putting it. (“Arch” would be the not-so-nice way of putting it.) The front Locust sounds like he’s about a half-beat away from saying “fuck it” and exiting stage whatever. Sort of the way Radiohead’s Thom Yorke has sounded for the last 15 years when singing “Creep,” assuming he can even be bothered to sing at all.
Distant Locust doesn’t “feel love.” They probably feel nothing at all. (But! … They are giving away their back catalog. Just visit the DL Discography.)