Usually, when I receive some stuff from the Quebec-area to have it reviewed, it deals with Black Metal. And with almost no exceptions, it does please me. However, once in a while I do come along a band or project that dwells within dimensions of deadened Grindcore filthiness. Recently I wrote about a new split-EP which did include Soil Of Ignorance (see update elsewhere in today's update), and now it’s time to panic because of the second full length by Nervous Impulse, a five-piece from the city of Montreal.
The band released a first mini-album in 2009 (Enough For Dementia, self-released), followed by some ‘smaller’ things that didn’t reach the worldwide audience. At the end of 2014, Blast Head Records digitally released a three-track promo as teaser for the upcoming album, which did eventually follow in February 2015 via the very same Canadian label.
This album, called Time To Panic (I do not), consists of fifteen pieces (of bloody meat), having a total running time of almost thirty seven minutes. What these guys bring is a mostly psychotic, bloodied and timeless form of slamming Death-Grind with, at the end, not much additional to add to the current scene. But hey, will the traditional Grindcore trend cope with progression? I think not!
No, actually, this smelly sh*t is of the traditional Anarcho-Grind kind, akin to the likes of Squash Bowels, Cephalic Carnage, Devourment, Empathy Denied, Agoraphobic Nosebleed (the album, by the way, ends with a cover song, being Vexed) or Coprocephalic, yet then of the mostly high-tech approach in several pieces. It’s right-to-the-core, face-smashing, classically old schooled (the Brutal Truth / Carcass / Agathocles-way when referring to the Old School, not specifically when talking about the execution), grooving, merciless and deadly – and with the latter, the reference to ‘deadly’, I am thinking about a certain semi-modern approach of Grindeath / Deathcore stuff (once again not referring to the execution, but with the approach à la Job For A Cowboy, Catalepsy or Molotov Solution coming to mind). There is Punk and piss, hate and farting arrogance, technical supremacy and nihilistic ignorance; it’s nothing but sonic terror presented on a plate with un-veggie intestines. …or something like that…