Nervous Impulse Enough for Dementia
Self Released
Not as strong as Exitium but definitely more palatable than the most recent (bowel) movements by Misery Index, Canadians Nervous Impulse man the barricades of the same blastbeaten death chunk, an end to end rush of typewriter drumming, trebly guitar and occasionally MIA bass.
While the seething screech and impacted colon mic passing of “Lowlife Jackass” offers nothing new, “The Bells of Immorality” does surprise when it busts out a riff about halfway through that easily could have graced one of Iron Maiden’s mid-era B-sides. But for those who prefer their metal more fartsy and less artsy, penultimate banger “Blood on the Dance Floor” is a head-snapping rap to the tympanum that’s more focused and concise that some of the other occasionally overlong songs.
Nervous Impulse – “Blood on the Dance Floor”
I do need to pause for a quick moment to call bullshit on the song “Rockstar Faggotry.” Enough with the lazy fucking homophobia already. Jesus, at least show some creativity in your insults. I’m just sayin’ “lulz ur ghey” has been done to death on the finer middle school playgrounds of the world. Branch out; the English language has a lot to offer in the way of a good ad hominem barb because otherwise the song is a nice parfait of caffeinated energy, pick squeals and microblasting middle passages.
If you can roll your eyes and ignore that and if deathy grindy is your thing, Nervous Impulse is an otherwise passable addition. If nothing else, let me help you out in the insult department for your next album. You’re welcome.
[Full disclosure: the band sent me a download.]
