N.I.L.8
Hallelujah...I'm Gonna Kiss Myself
(Fuse)
reviewed in issue #98, 2/5/96

Pretty catchy metalcore with just a hint of the funk. The production is a little weak (still kinda wimpy, really), but the solid material mostly makes up for that.

And while the music is none to original or innovative, N.I.L.8 makes sure you know it's just out to amuse. The topics are heavy into the social issues, but never preachy. Just pictures of a place that is less than paradise, with an easy-going backing track.

If this album were pretentious in the slightest, I'd have a problem with it. But it's not, and because of that I can simply bask in the simple pleasures afforded. Uncomplicated loud music with cool riffage and a bouncy bass.

Nadir
Rust
(self-released)
reviewed in issue #165, 8/17/98

A New Zealand band which moved to Australia to broaden its horizons. But before you start getting all Chilly in your expectations, you might like to know that Nadir is a post-grunge outfit. Meaning that the songs have a definite grunge feel, but since grunge is dead it has to have some kind of new name.

And the guys do it well enough. There are innovative uses of instrumentation, which may or may not have something to do with primitive studio conditions. In any case, the sound isn't overblown, and there are plenty of cool bits sprinkled on top.

One of the few things I liked about grunge was the resurgence of Black Sabbath as a major influence on music. At times, Nadir likes to throw powerful riffs and tight rhythms together, just to see what happens. And so after a couple minutes of stuff I'm not so hot on, there's usually a cool bridge. Something redeeming, in any case.

I'm not a big fan of the sound, but Nadir is doing it as well as anyone these days. Good enough to make the big time? Probably not in the states. But that shouldn't stop the guys. Artistic satisfaction can be cool, too.

Nailbomb
Point Blank
(Roadrunner)
reviewed in issue #49, 2/28/94

In case you didn't know already, this is Max from Sepultura and Alex from Fudge Tunnel. They mess around with a drum machine and a few samples, but once the guitars and such kick in, all hell breaks loose.

Loose is a good word. While I still have yet to hear the full Sepultura, this sounds a lot better than the snippets I have caught on MTV and the like. With Sepultura, Max was under the gun to come up with a big album. But here, it's him and Alex fucking around.

And it sounds a lot like Max fronting a more industrial Fudge Tunnel, really. That is a good thing. Barely controlled aggression the likes of which I haven't heard in a while.

Like the Meathook Seed, this is at least as good as the "official" recordings these guys have put out in the last year. While the glut of side projects (most not nearly this good) has become a little annoying, Nailbomb is one worth repeating. Like I need to tell you to play this.

The one and only live performance Nailbomb, which is Max Cavalera (Sepultura) and Alex Newport (Fudge Tunnel). Of course, since these guys are playing the guitars, some special guests have to fill in behind them.

Dave Edwardson of Neurosis fills in on bass, and Igor Cavalera (Sepultura), Barry C. Schneider (Tribe After Tribe) and D.H. Peligro (D.K. and more recently, Peligro) switch off on drums.

I liked the sterile, heavy sound of 1994's studio disc, Point Blank. The liver versions are much fuller, but in all, Nailbomb sounds just like an imagined confluence of Sepultura and Fudge Tunnel. Most tasty to my buds.

The two studio tracks are the last Nailbomb recordings ever, as raw and dirty as the live recording. It seems Alex and Max wanted to get a real scratchy sound, and they found one. If you have Point Black you probably don't need this, but if you're a completist type of fan, you won't be disappointed. And if you have never heard this project before, then by all means dig in.

See also Fudge Tunnel and Sepultura.

The Nails
Corpus Christi
(Safehouse)
reviewed in issue #45, 11/30/93

You might remember these guys for "88 Lines About 44 Women", which even I'd heard of. I like the bit of trivia about Jello Biafra being their roadie back when they started in Boulder (Colorado).

Well steeped in the school of the Talking Heads and other American "New Wave" artists (back at the old KCOU we called this stuff retro; don`t ask why), the Nails had more of a rock take on things, and very few of the songs here really reflect an early eighties way of thinking.

Most of the songs here are about religion, but not in the positive way certain people might like. They question faith, which is about the only thing I can see holding religion anywhere together.

I'm not sure how old all of these recordings are, but they keep well. This is a fine collection of what used to be called alternative music before Seattle came along. One listen should get you addicted.

Naive
Post Alcoholic Anxieties
(Kool Arrow) reviewed in issue #191, 11/15/99

They sing in Russian. They play in punk. Or something silly like that. To be perfectly fair, the most interesting part about these guys is the language barrier. I have no idea what they're singing. It sounds alright, but a bit faceless.

Pleasant and rollicking enough, though Naive never quite breaks through. There's just not much in the way of personality. Basic basic, with just enough tuneage to carry the sound.

Speaking of which, this is fairly well-produced. The edges are sharp, and the lines are thick. Not enough to really give these guys a unique sound, but at least serviceable.

And that's what this is. Pretty good, but still somewhat in the generic punk walls. Naive may be one of the great Russian punk bands, but that doesn't necessarily translate. I enjoyed the ride, but the thrill was extremely fleeting.

Naked Aggression
Gut Wringing Machine
(Grilled Cheese-Cargo)
released in issue #160, 6/1/98

The one Cargo album that doesn't contain a reference to death in the title is the one where a band member died. Phil Suchomel, guitarist and main songwriter, died on April 25th of a massive asthma attack. Not fair, of course, but that's what happened. So this is another lame duck album (following on the heels of the Monorchid in the review list).

And just as invigorating. Naked Aggression uses its guitars to full effect, playing a full force punk attack with lots of skillful asides. At its most basic, the music throbs with power. But often enough, the band pulls back and exposes some more subtle ideas.

Folks who know how and when to kick the ass. And with a sound that is almost-but-not-quite out of control. The sound of a buffalo herd just before it plunges off the caprock. And Naked Aggression holds it together admirably.

As a final testament, Gut Wrenching Machine is more than adequate. Awe-inspiring is more like it.

Naked Lunch
The Illuminati
(demo)
reviewed in issue #58, 7/15/94

As soon as I had reviewed frontman Tom Brignall's last band, Konnichi Wah, I heard of its untimely demise. But now here's a new load of industrial goodies to chew on.

Same exquisite production; everything is clean and tight. Perhaps a bit sample heavy at times, as the songs could really stand on their own merits. But that seems like nitpicking; this is highly appealing music. Folks should really perk up and take notice.

I first met Tom Brignall outside a club in Grand Rapids. Well, actually, that's the only time I actually spoke to him face-to-face. He gave me a tape of his then-band, Konnichi Wah (I have missed the performance by a few minutes), and I was knocked out by the music and particularly by the sound.

That band died days after I got the tape, but I've heard bits and snippets of his new project, Naked Lunch (demo and a couple tracks on compilations), and I've remained impressed. Okay, so he goes by the moniker Mxyzptlk these days, but the music is the same sample-heavy monster guitar industrial stuff that has always amazed me.

There are gothic elements (Naked Lunch is very cold wave in that respect), but the core at each of the songs is the heavy riffage. The songs don't rely so much on samples as before (an improvement), though at times I do detect the impulse to do too much, rather than leave the sound a bit more sparse. I'm a big proponent of "don't disturb the groove", and that does happen too much for my taste.

But, as usual, I'm bitching at very little. This is a most impressive disc. Brignall knows how to craft fine music, and even more importantly, he knows how to put it together in the studio. My high expectations have been met.

See also Konnichi Wah.

Namanax
Multi-Phase Electrodynamics
(Release)
reviewed in issue #54, 5/15/94

One track: 34 minutes of electronic disturbances. The only notes on this thing war you not to turn your stereo up too high or you might destroy it.

Okay, but really. As 30-minute things like this go, I would rather listen to Arc again. But then, I really like Arc. This is alright, but it does get repetitive after, say, a minute.

Experimental, yes. But listening to the sound electricity makes as it passes through circuitry (or whatever this is) can get a little monotonous. It will freak out anyone listening on the radio, though.

The Relapse kids have been playing in the house too long again, so we get another Namanax album. This one doubles the output of the last one: two tracks here.

"Contaminating Influence" (the 11 1/2-minute track) is a cool industrial basher, with Godflesh-like pulses and plenty of awesome noise. The title track runs over 47 minutes, and often resembles a lo-fi ambient recording as much as the noise ideal. Way cool.

I played the last Namanax at a party; scared some folks half to death. More thought my CD played had wiped out. A couple actually liked it tons and wanted to know where to get it.

I did my duty. Perhaps even got a CD sold. Who knows? This album is much more varied, and quite a creative success. The title track particularly would make for a real spooky Halloween soundtrack to scare the kiddies. The noise isn't omnipresent; it comes in waves and wallows in the occasional eddy. Precisely what I'd expect from the guys.

My favorite noise disc of this issue. Namanax has the complete package.

Namelessnumberheadman
When We Leave, We Will Know Where We've Been
(Urinine)
reviewed in issue #233, September 2002

The NCAA moved from Kansas City to Indianapolis, and Urinine Records moved from Indy to K.C. I'd say my old stomping grounds between the Kansas and Missouri rivers got the better end of the deal.

All personal notes aside, Namelessnumberheadman follows in the footsteps of a number of Urinine bands, playing esoteric pop with verve and an eye for the unusual. Indeed, while most of the songs here could be characterized as understated, they're all mellow in different ways.

Some have a folky feel, other utilize instruments like marimba or simply trip out electronically. All of this floated over a core that is grounded in a Slint-like devotion to off-kilter song construction.

I'm not entirely sure that Namelessnumberheadman has quite established its own sound with this album. On the other hand, the diversity on this disc speaks reams for the talent within the band. A wonder that continues to unfold.

Napalm Death
Hung CD5
(Earache/Columbia)
reviewed in issue #54, 5/15/94

They traded in the grind for pure riffage an album ago, and this is more of the same.

While no longer trendsetters, Napalm Death can bash it out with the finest. Album comes soon.

Focusing more on the riffs than the death, ND is on the verge of a commercial breakthrough. God damn, this is clean.

The concept of Napalm Death as a real forerunner in the death metal/grindcore scene is very accurate. But it's been years since any incarnation of the band has released anything that is truly groundbreaking.

"Greed Killers" is a great track, loaded with industrial tendencies and the occasional sample. Sounds a little like Fear Factory. In fact, "Self Betrayal" sounds a lot like Fear Factory's first album. And "Finer Truths, White Lies" takes a page right out of the Fudge Tunnel book.

All this means the guys who now call themselves Napalm Death are making pretty decent music. Behind the times, but then, that happens when you get old. The new album should be worthy of consideration, though Napalm Death's days as a trailblazer are long past.

See also Blood from the Soul, Godflesh and Scorn.

Narcoleptics
Monkey Steals the Peach
(self-released)
reviewed in issue #208, 11/20/00

When the songs have titles like "You Can't Polish a Turd" and "Kill Your Parents, Eat Your Dog, Do Drugs," I think it's excusable to wonder just what the creators are on. Narcoleptics churn out a loud, distorted version of hardcore that might be called metal, or it might just be called modern proggy rock.

I hesitate to use this reference, but Narcoleptics are something of a shaggy Tool with a Bullet LaVolta personality. The same grand vision, but with a decidedly less scrupulously executed sound. The world is still falling apart, piece by piece. In fact, this vision is much darker.

By kinda dancing between the genre labels, Narcoleptics have created a nice niche. I've never heard a band that sound exactly like this. The chalk-on-board production gives each song a tight edge, but the writing leaves plenty of leeway.

Some wonderful aggression allied with fine playing. I found it rather hard to move on from here. This is one of those albums that sticks, no matter what else lies down the way.

Andy Narell
Behind the Bridge
(Heads Up)
reviewed in issue #167, 9/14/98

A steel pan jazz album. You, know, steel drums. I know you know what I'm talking about here. Anyway, Narell (who is also a member of the Caribbean Jazz Project) does a good job with what to my mind is one of the more limiting instruments in the world.

Yes, it takes a good amount of skill to play the steel pans well, and it takes an obscene amount of dedication to do what Narell does, but the fact remains that steel pans are not versatile. When I hear them, I always get transported either to New York (where they are played by some street musicians) or some tropical isle.

The only way to combat this is to utilize some skilled sides. Narell is usually joined by a percussionist and a pianist, and he allows those players to do the attacking work. There is simply no way to make a steel pan give off a terribly percussive sound. That would require damaging the instrument.

And despite the weakness I described, Narell has created an enjoyable album which doesn't always bring thoughts of some deserted island. Almost by definition this is accessible, but Narell's skill and artistry are more than enough to endow this album with the enduring mark of quality as well.

Nina Nastasia
Nina Nastasia's The Blackened Air
(Touch and Go)
reviewed in issue #228, April 2002

Reminds me most of Molasses, that excellent post-roots outfit out of Montreal. Nina Nastasia takes haunting melodies that are most at home out on the lone prairie and then strips them down, making them even more effective and dramatic.

She then adds just the right amount of accompaniment. The right kind, as well. She's got a saw player. That sort of thing. So she's built these impressive, arched songs. She has to fill them somehow. And so she does, with poems mournful or just plain sad. This isn't exactly a pick-me-up disc. That's not the intent. Nastasia does have a few stories to tell, and she relates them with expert care.

Simply gorgeous music. Baleful at times, sure, but possessed of a terrible beauty, to be sure. The kinda songs that make a person tremble. Power, unblemished by any false steps.

Nastasia's first album for Touch and Go was quite impressive. She's got a real handle on the dark folk blues, and her deliberate, noisy approach is quite unique.

Part of that approach is an almost symphonic instrumental array. Plenty of strings (cello and violin for sure, and I'm pretty sure I hear a viola as well), not to mention horns, harp (that would be harmonica) and percussion as well. These songs are dramatic as hell--in a good way. Nastasia ratchets up the tension like a master.

The production has left plenty of holes in the sound, which allows the large variety of instruments their own spaces in which to shine. This wide-open approach does bring a certain spookiness to the songs, a quality that is quite desirable.

Though studio tricks aren't what makes these songs haunting. Nastasia's writing and voice would be enough for that. I had high expectations, and this album more than fulfilled them. Quite the stunner.

Natural Calamity
Peach Head
(Nickelbag)
reviewed in issue #165, 8/17/98

As anyone who listens to the vast array of "electronica" knows, there ain't one sound that defines the entire genre. Actually, there are genres inside genres inside genres, which seems to be the whole point.

Natural Calamity is one of the drifty, but poppy, creations inside this electro soundscape. They've got nice, light vocals going over drifty guitars and pops and bubbles and bounces. This was one of those albums that helped me get over a terrible sickness (okay, the flu) last week. So, for that I'm eternally grateful.

With a remix by the Dust Brothers (they own the damn label), and guest vocals by Kool Keith (Dr. Octagon, etc.) on another track, this one's got the treats. And a few tricks as well. Maybe a little bit on the mellow side sometimes, but haven't you ever been mellow? Ahh, Olivia.

-- Matt Worley

Willie Heath Neal
& His Cowboy Killers
Willie Heath Neal & His Cowboy Killers
(Headhunter-Cargo)
reviewed in issue #221, 9/3/01

If yer hankerin' for a little boom-chicka-boom country music, Willie Heath Neal is happy to oblige. A collection of originals (with some help from his bandmates) is punctuated by a cover of "Guitar Town." Most appropriate, as Steve Earle has become a poster boy for retro country music now that he's kicked the smack and gotten back to making music.

Neal has a great, throaty voice that almost roars. His songs concern women, drinkin', cheatin', lyin' and other sorts of pain that most men fall into without thinking. You know, country music.

Recorded so that it sounds like an old time Johnny Cash album. A lot of echo in the studio, but still plenty of space between the notes. Fits Neal's writing and personality perfectly.

Most enjoyable. The problem with a lot of modern country music is that it left the country and moved to the suburbs. Neal takes the music back where it belongs, and does a whale of a job while he's at it.

The Neckbones
Souls on Fire
(Fat Possum-Epitaph)
reviewed in issue #140, 8/4/97

I had kinda gotten the idea that Fat Possum was a blues label, but the Neckbones are punk through and through. No complaints about that, by the way. I was just clearing the air.

Now, there is a good chunk of wildly distorted slide guitar work, and some of the songs seem to have a call and response thing going on, but then, so do some Weezer songs.

God, where did that reference come from? Jesus. Anyway, the playing is very sloppy, the production even more so, making it almost a miracle that any of this is recognizable. My main complaint is the songwriting, which isn't terribly interesting from either a musical or lyrical standpoint (man, I've been complaining about lyrics a lot, haven't I?). The band's infectious energy carries this puppy, but there isn't much substance on which to stand.

Close enough for rock and roll. Or the blues. But just barely, in either case.

Much tighter than the band's earlier Fat Possum outing, but don't take that to heart. That first album was one of the messiest discs I've ever heard. This one does adhere to some basic stylistic points, and there is an obvious effort to try and play certain notes at certain times. It retains the spirit and the, shall we say, verve of Souls on Fire though, making for a cool package.

The sound is a crunchy version of the rock and roll blues (more blues in the lead guitar than the rhythm section), and the songs borrow from a variety of stripped-down rock and roll traditions.

Like I said, the skill has improved even while the general looseness and feel remained. Takes the band from marginal to pretty damned good in one fell swoop.

I feel I need to make myself clear: The Neckbones kick out some seriously messed-up fare. Sloppy enough to be finger food, but not so bad as to require a shower afterward.

Necronomicon
The Silver Key
(self-released)
reviewed in issue #157, 4/20/98

Nicely doomy death metal, heavy vocals but more friendly riffage. I can't quite hear this as well as I'd like (that demo-sound tape muffle), but it takes me back a ways.

To cool bands like Morgoth. Folks who understood the power of a good riff and yet still weren't afraid to kick out the speed every now and again. Necronomicon's greatest asset is its versatility. This is a band that has a strong sense of what it wants to do, and obviously the playing is good enough to accomplish those goals.

I really do wish the sound was a bit clearer, but what I hear is great. This is a band with a top-notch feel for the power of death metal. Simply more proof that heavy doesn't equal stupid.

Necrophobic
The Nocturnal Silence
(Black Mark-Cargo)
reviewed in issue #46, 1/15/94

The advance tapes (or discs) charted a couple of months ago, so I figure there is some interest out there for this stuff. And with this release, Black Mark sets a record for most bands with a "Necro" prefix.

Ace production here, combined with a nice selection of grinding and riffage. Just a full platter that can't fail to please even the most critical. Unless, of course, you aren't into diversity of sound in death metal. While there isn't anything new, they do combine the two diverging schools into a great sound.

You can hear Sabbath and old Napalm Death here. It's just that simple. And in the same song, the same sequence. A master stroke by any definition.

Let it destroy your soul. You'll be glad it did.

Necrophobic has always walked the line between black metal and death metal. The lyrics have always been on the black side, but the albums have been well-produced and the music isn't completely one-dimensional. Reasons to like the stuff, indeed.

One new song here, the title track. And then covers of "Die By the Sword" (Slayer), "Nightmare" (Venom) and "Enter the Eternal Fire" (Bathory). All well done, but not really all that necessary.

This reeks of "let's get the band back in the public's eyes" things, as Necrophobic's last album The Nocturnal Silence came out three years ago. Oh well, with an album due this fall, I guess there's no need to bitch. Necrophobic sounds like it is in fine form, and the album should be worth the wait.

Necrosanct
Incarnate
(Black Mark-Cargo)
reviewed in issue #23, 10/31/92

A bloody mess. Don't get me wrong; this is a lot of fun to listen to, and I really groove on the live-sounding recording. But an incoherent mix of guitars, drums, (maybe) bass and vocals tend to wear on me after a while.

The energy level is extremely high. If you get off on speed and love to crash over the edge, this is the album for you. And, again, I must commend the outstanding production. The album came over my stereo sounding like a great show. I just wish there was a little more variety, that's all.

As plain out ass-kicking as their last one. Complementing the Cemetary, this is absolutely no different sound-wise than Incarnate, and I know you folks really grooved on that one.

So after a little of the more modern approaches to the scene, check out with a little of the grind, which seems to be making a comeback, judging by the stuff I've gotten for this issue.

What can I say? The adrenaline rush provided herein is simply addictive, and the production makes sure I hear every blessed note. Blessed? Well, why not. Everyone needs a bit of luck now and again.

Need New Body
Need New Body
(File 13)
reviewed in issue #227, March 2002

This is the sort of thing that happens when five creative people get together and create music without any sort of plan or method. Need New Body is more than content to kick out musical pieces that bear no semblance to the concept of a song, except when it seems a song is precisely what is called for by a particular situation.

Which is to say that the pieces found on this disc might be assembled, or they might be played live to tape. They might have discernible melodies, bass lines and lyric themes. Or they may be simply a series of vaguely connected noises.

Coherence is not a virtue here. And I've happy to revel in the chaos. As with most projects of this nature, there are underlying thoughts which connect the astonishingly disparate sounds that fill this disc. I can hear them. I don't know what they're saying, mind you, but that doesn't bother me much. I'm just happy to groove on.

Not the sort of disc for those with ordered minds. Need New Body respects no convention on song construction. But it does propagate some wondrous sound, stuff that is a joy to behold.

Neglected Sheep
Geno Died
(Livestock)
reviewed in issue #112, 6/17/96

The first full-length from this Charlotte band. Chunky pop riffs peppered with some of that rootsy country feel. All that and some of the more affected vocals I've ever heard. I'm not exactly sure how to describe it, but Kevin Harrison sounds something like a down-home and howling version of Sinead O'Connor who can't carry a tune to save his life.

While the singing may not be polished, the production on the music is solid. And the combination of slick southern pop-rock and highly unusual vocals is a nice one. I can't think of any band that has tried to sound anything like this.

The songwriting is solid, if fairly nondescript. And the lyrics are fairly generic, if heartfelt. Pleasant stuff that is most noteworthy due to the way Harrison's odd vocal prowess meshes with the band.

A big-time producer could clean this up and have another one of them "Hootie" bands. And lose all the charm along the way. Not sure how Neglected Sheep can hit the big time with this sound, but stranger things have happened.

A new singer, and that bit almost immediately cleans up a few of the problems I had with the band in the first place. This is still vaguely southern chunky pop music, but now it lies somewhere within the realm of "regular" music.

Some of the weird charm of the first disc was lost, but it's easy to hear that the band is working much harder on craft, trying to get better in all ways. The songs are much tighter, the playing is under control. And the singing is, well, singing.

Add to that a professional production job, and it's pretty easy to hear Neglected Sheep's ascendance to the realm of "bands with a chance". Yes, they did sacrifice some quirks, but these songs are better, and they're much easier to sell.

It's kinda nice to hear a band make a progression. A couple more steps and Neglected Sheep could really be doing something great.

The Negro Problem
Welcome Black
(Smile Records)
reviewed in issue #233, September 2002

For his next project, Stew decided to get together his old band. And so the Negro Problem rides again.

I'm not familiar with this particular band's previous outings, but it is highly reminiscent of the Stew album I reviewed a few months back. Tightly-written songs that dabble in country, soul, pop and rock--played by a crack band and sung with all appropriate style.

I suppose the band name and album title are wry comments on the obvious. Stew is black, and this music just doesn't sound, you know, black. Never mind that the greatest pop and rock bands ever (the Beatles and the Stones) made no bones about the fact that they were playing black music. And I'm sure I don't need to mention Elvis...

See, it doesn't matter if this is white music or black music or green music or purple music (didn't Sly and the Family Stone say something like that once?). The only important question is quality. Stew and the Negro Problem make great music. Period. And that's all that needs to be said.

Casey Niell
Memory Against Forgetting
(AK Press-Daemon)
reviewed in issue #261, February 2005

Casey Neill combines traditional roots music themes and sounds and merges them almost seamlessly with the power of modern technology. The recording simply pops out of the speakers--I haven't heard production this fine on a roots album in ages.

And that spectacular sound pales in comparison to the grace and strength of Neill's writing. He's adept in all sorts of styles, from bluegrass to reels to folk to ballads, and he infuses his songs with a depth of lyrical detail that is rarely found. The richness of each song is almost overwhelming.

Then we get to the amazing sound. While this sort of music does sound pretty good when presented unadorned, this album is proof that an outstanding producer can punch up the material without overdoing the job. The sound on this album is truly alive; these songs throb with life.

One of the finest albums I've ever heard. Period. Every part is spot on, and Neill proves himself one of the best songwriters around. A must not only for the roots fan, but for the fan of great music in general. Neill has been doing this for more than 10 years...I've got to get my hands on that back catalog. This album is truly sublime.

Neill's last effort was a striking minimalist (yet modern) folk album. He sang songs about the down and out, and he painted pictures of the west and south (though not exclusively). As the title of this album indicates, he's gone in a slightly different direction.

The songs are still about the down and out, but the focus is more global. There is a lot more electric guitar, but even more striking is the extended instrumentation (not to mention background vocals).

Working with an expanded sound palette works well for Neill. He doesn't overreach or try to make his songs more important. He just allows for a bit more shading in the corners. It may soften the sound, but not his approach.

Memory Against Forgetting has become one of my favorite albums. My sons love it, too. I'm thinking they're gonna like this one a lot, too. Neill is really coming into his own, and that's most exciting to hear.

Vernon Neilly
Kaleidoscope
(Boosweet)
reviewed in issue #209, 12/11/00

Vernon Neilly plays guitar. And this is his album. But instead of laying down track after track of blistering playing, Neilly instead is content to stand back and serve as writer and producer (and, of course, staff musician--including guitar).

As he says in his liner notes, he wanted to include all of his favorite types of music, a diverse list, to be sure. The main problem I hear is that one of those is "easy listening," and about the only way to use that as an influence is to kinda mute everything else to the background.

So, for example, he's written a beautiful Santana-like blues lead guitar line on "Para Carlos," but the song is a half-step too slow. The backing music is electronic (drum machine, keyboards, electronic bass) and even the sax added in by a friend doesn't really bring the song into the realms of the "real." It's just a bit too "easy." I have to say, though, that this is one of the more unique albums created by a guitarist. Neilly does a fine job of sublimating his guitar ego, but I think he may have gone a little too far that way. This disc needs a little fire, a little something burning throughout. These songs don't need to be this "easy."

Bill Nelson
What Now, What Next? 2xCD
(Discipline Global Mobile)
reviewed in issue #171, 11/9/98

Subtitled "The Cocteau Years Compilation," this set puts together Nelson's singles from his label (including the first "hit", "Do You Dream in Color?"), music recorded from 1980 to 1990.

Americans not quite so familiar with his work will be surprised to discover how much British new wave bands took from Nelson's approach to sound and songwriting. Cocteau was his own label, and along with his own stuff he released records from the likes of Flock of Seagulls.

But where most new wave bands eventually wandered back into the sentimental pop fold (leaving behind the brave new world of sharp synth sounds and eerie song subjects), Nelson instead forged forward, creating music which can hardly be categorized at all.

Which is probably the greatest joy of listening to this set. Nelson has never stopped searching for new ways to express himself. The music is vibrant and pulsating, impossible to put away. Music history, sitting right here.

Not surprisingly, this new collection of Nelson recordings (put to tape in 1996 and 1997) fully embraces all of the technology that is available. Nelson sounds like something of an electronica bluesman, his guitar work cut and intermixed with a wall of samples and sound snippets.

Disjointed and lush all at once. Nelson doesn't often leave his listeners feeling comfy. He likes to wander, and so this disc does, all over the reaches of his mind. Wherever he wants to go, he does, and the result is an album of almost unimaginable scope and imagination.

You don't even need to be tripping to get lost here. The immaculate production presents the illusion of some counteruniverse, where only Nelson's notions are the rule. Unconventional music for the demanding listener.

Overwhelming. Nelson takes in so much land with every stride that it is heard to keep up. Listening leaves me breathless. But it has to be done. Again. Very soon.

Nemesis
Eden?
(Sensory)
reviewed in issue #235, November 2002

An awful lot of bands wish they were Yes. I know why this is, and I also understand why an equal number of people would turn up their noses and ask, "Why the hell would you want to do that?" In any case, Nemesis owes a big debt to that most popular of prog acts, but rather than rehash an old sound, these boys thrust modern ideas into a tried-and-true formula.

Not unlike Fates Warning some 15 years ago, Nemesis utilizes sharp metal guitars, mechanistic drumming and thick drums. The keyboards provide both electronic washes and something approximating an acoustic piano. Zoltan Kiss (that's really his name, poor guy) does sound like a poor-man's Jon Anderson, but he wisely doesn't try to push his range. He lets the music do the soaring.

The result is a most attractive blend of modern progressive metal and 70s sensibilities. Yeah, these songs are awfully long. They don't seem like it. Rather, each piece draws the listener in by creating an entirely new world. Each song is a new experience.

One that I kept wanting to hear. Prog is not one of my favorite sounds (I'm always happy to sacrifice a little precision for a more intense connection to the music), but Nemesis makes music that really reaches out to me. When something works, it works. Labels just don't matter.

The Neon Judgement
Dazsoo
(Kk-Chipie-Tinder)
reviewed in issue #163, 7/20/98

Techno, assembled nicely in the current electronic style. I have a feeling these folks would be just as happy cranking out purely sequenced stuff, but as long as cut-and-paste is the idea, well, why not give it a shot as well.

The strange roots of the band are best illustrated on "Itchy", which uses a basic funk guitar groove, whips out an old Prince-style drum track and then tosses in some techno bass and keyboard bits. It works, which is sorta surprising. I guess these folks know what they're doing.

This is the first single-band album I've gotten from the new Kk connection to the U.S., and it shows that the label hasn't lost its touch. Give people what they want, with a brand new shine. The Neon Judgement may still be a techno band at heart, but it proves itself more than able to riff through most of the wildly cascading electronic trends of the day.

My only complaint is that in trying to be all things for all people, The Neon Judgement doesn't establish its own sound particularly well. Very few electronic bands of any stripe do that. I'll settle for good music this time around.

Nerf Herder
Nerf Herder
(Arista)
reviewed in issue #128, 2/17/97

Pop is pop, and Nerf Herder has a handle on the good stuff. Nice and crunchy, if you don't mind, with a healthy dose of irreverence. Yeah, it's over-produced (the guitars are too thick and the vocals are mixed a bit too high), but for something that Arista would find fit for release, Nerf Herder is certainly a stretch.

"Golfshirt" should answer any questions about punk credibility, and "Van Halen" should seal the deal for the dyed-in-the-wool DIY sorts. Fuckit. This is amusing and fun, and a notch better than a lot of the crap that the big boys think they can foist upon an unwitting "alternative nation".

Plenty tasty, and more where that came from. I've been hearing lots of buzz, and while I won't put Nerf Herder in the "godlike" category, the band is more than acceptable. don't ask the boys to change the world, and you should have a pleasant afternoon with the tunes cranked up real loud.

Simple pleasures can be the best, sometimes.

I'm guessing the Arista thing didn't work out. Oh well. The nerdcore boys have returned to their indie roots. Probably where they belong, really.

The "nerd" tag has to do with a lot more than the dork look the guys cultivate. Nerf Herder specializes in pop-punk novelty songs. Tons of pop culture references (where the last album did numbers on Claire Danes and Van Halen, this one immortalizes Courtney Love, Pantera fans and even references Sleestaks) and silly, if amusing lyrics.

In fact, the music sometimes is forced around whatever clever line the boys have written. The hooks do suffer. It's almost like the guys have better ideas than they can execute.

Even so, there's a big wad of laughs here. In 20 years, the lyrics will be incomprehensible, but perhaps pop culture archaeologists will take the time to decode the message. Message? We're all pretty silly. Might as well laugh.

If you need a reason to like Nerf Herder, try this line on for size: "Non-stop no-girl action without you!" Clever pop never sounded so damned good.

I think these boys got picked up too early. Their Arista album was kinda funny, but neither the jokes nor the hooks were complete. They sounded a little half-baked.

But since getting dropped and finding a home at Fat Wreck, these boys have really perfected their style. There's a barrel of laughs here, and the hooks are sweet and tight. If this album got released on a major, well...

Come on, no major label would allow a song like "Jenna Bush Army." It's not particularly offensive or anything; it's just that for some reason the major media outlets don't want to celebrate the First Party Girl. Whatever. It's not like Fat is bush league (sorry about that). My guess is plenty of folks out there are ready for a little bantha fodder.

Nero Circus
Human Pigs
(Godhead-Flying)
reviewed in issue #80, 7/15/95

Very much Alice in Chains meets Pantera while having an affair with Chastain.

Oh my.

Obviously the pretension factor is through the ceiling. These boys have artistic arrogance sweating through their collective crotch, and that stuff can be highly corrosive.

And I'm afraid the results are mindnumbingly dull. The anthems are nicely performed, with requisite angst and (I assume) hair dancing. But I've heard it all before, and better back then. Everything is fine here, but I'd just stick with the band name article. A little more time in the salt mines to refine a personal vision is my recommendation.

The Nerve Agents
Days of the White Owl
(Revelation)
reviewed in issue #201, 6/26/00

Here's a new schitck: Hardcore boys throwing on goth makeup and playing kinda spooky music. Horrorcore, if you will.

Soon enough, of course, the band shifts gears into overdrive and kinda forgets about the doom and gloom. Then it becomes just another call and response hardcore act. A good one, really, but kinda back into the run of the mill.

I kinda liked the idea of horrorcore. I wish the Nerve Agents would stick a little more to that concept. But they didn't. And what's left is lightly-produced hardcore. Some nice riffage and fine shouting, but I've heard that before.

Enjoyable, certainly, but a lot of potential left untapped. If the boys would stick to the spooky stuff a bit more, they'd sound much more original. I know, the temptation to kick out the jams is intense, but sometimes the sacrifice must be made.

Nervewomb
Nervewomb
(demo)
reviewed in issue #35, 5/31/93

One of the nice things about listening to demos is sometimes people really are trying something new. Or, in the case of Nervewomb, trying everything.

I could list the various influences I hear in this, but I don't have the space. And all produced wonderfully. The only problem is that they try to cram all of these sounds into each song, which will tend to leave a listener with a bad case of whiplash.

Of course, they are trying, and I really like much of the sound here. I do wish they could stick to just a couple influences per song (and they do better on a couple, especially the real stylish "Edgewise"). Obviously some talent wandering around here.

Ness
Up Late With People
(self-released)
reviewed in issue #251, March 2004

So I'm listening to the first song, "Where the People Kick It," and I notice that it keeps going and going. I'm thinking to myself, "Man, these guys must have mainlined Cheap Trick when they were younger." And I wander over to the band's web site, and, indeed, these Illinois boys describe themselves as a combination of said Rockville heroes and the Sweet.

I may one of the few people alive today who thinks that's a good thing. But that's okay. And Ness doesn't really venture into straight pop territory--there's always a Nielsen-esque curve in there somewhere. Which kinda eliminates early Sweet. But, say, the goofy progginess of Off the Record and Level Headed? Yeah, alright. I can hear that.

Please don't take from my words that these guys sound just like Cheap Trick. Ness simply has the same off-kilter approach to massive rock. There's always a way to undercut the most pretentious riff, and Ness rarely fails to find it. This stuff could be bombastic and dreary, but instead it's clever.

More exciting clever than funny clever. Ness is that rare band which manages to take an exceedingly old and rusty saw and turn it into spun gold. Well done, boys.

Nete
Greatest Non-Hits 1
(Shame File)
reviewed in issue #207, 10/30/00

Guitar-driven noise, though since the quality of the tape is pretty poor it's hard to tell exactly what Nete sounded like. The percussion is provided by a drum machine, and the guitar work is almost entirely rhythmic in nature. The vocals are spoken as much as sung, which lends the whole thing something of an early 90s industrial feel at times.

Clinton Green (the guy behind Shame File) is issuing these "Greatest Non-Hits" tapes in the hopes of keeping the music of now-defunct bands alive. It's a noble mission.

And there are sounds here worth saving. Nete does a lot more than crunch along in mindless fashion. Many pieces here are fairly abstract in nature and do deal with noise in the more traditional sense. The sound quality also varies (as would be expected on a set like this), but it rarely is very good.

There is more to music than pristine production and razor-sharp songwriting. Nete provides a most compelling proof that way. Travel to the edge, if you dare.

Neurosis
Souls at Zero
(Alternative Tentacles)
reviewed in issue #14, 5/31/92

Meandering and majestic, Neurosis wanders around a loud musical playground, playing whatever comes up. They can whisper or blow your mind away. It just depends on the situation.

While most songs return to a brain-splitting Sabbath-esque riff, the trip there is always just as fun. Few bands have the diversity found in just one song. And the funny thing is that everything just flows together. There are no harsh starts and stops. It just keeps moving. Like Mind Over Four at its best.

To use a cliche for an ending here would not do the album justice. Suffice it to say this is an incredible accomplishment. Play is a must.

While Sleep may be the S.F. band who has immersed themselves in the Sabbath mystique, Neurosis has proven it can start with Sabbath and move eons further.

This is not radio-friendly music, the songs are long, and to get a real sense of the whole, you have to pay attention. God, not focus on a song for six or seven minutes (or more)!

The production here is immaculate, and the use of samples at times helps to bring about a slightly industrial feel. You can feel the pain pulsating from this record.

Absolutely must listening; if you don't play this, then you are giving your listeners short shrift and assuming they are morons. All the reports I received for this are high in the charts. But don't play it because you are following the trendy thing to do. Play it because you have found a spot in your soul that recognizes genius.

This is a re-issue of their 1987 album (which up until now has been fairly difficult to obtain). And it does vary significantly from their current sound.

As you might expect, the samples are gone, and there were no keyboards. There is a distinct overt hardcore feel that has become more subducted in recent years.

And yet, you can still hear where Neurosis's current doom-blast sound came from. Instead of composing entire dirges, the bands preferred to use such moments as intros to their punk blasts.

Many of you know I consider Neurosis one of the finest bands on the planet. In fact, I've been cranking their more recent A.T. albums a lot lately. Pain of Mind is fascinating, because I can hear the evolution of the band. And while it is not where the band is today, one thing is similar: outstanding music. Neurosis has always known how to create greatness.

Probably the ultimate extension of the Neurosis ideal. Songs stretching out past the 10-minute mark; lots of brooding and despair. Neurosis fans know what they're gonna get, and the band delivers.

A bit to much for me. I never thought I'd say this, but the excesses have finally caught up with Neurosis. Oh, this is a wonderful work of pain and suffering. I'll be listening to it for ages to come. But it doesn't match up to the last two Neurosis albums, and the reason is simple: With all the emphasis on distortion and electronic stuff, the band has lost the ability to create subtlety in the chaos of its compositions. The soft piano line in the background, a singular guitar track wending its way down the apocalypse. Stuff like that is missing here.

Like I said, this is still one of the better albums this year. But it's still a big letdown for me. I absolutely love Neurosis and everything that came out on AT. And this album satisfies my base needs for new Neurosis. My finer needs of great music from the band, however, are left somewhat wanting.

I want to love this so much. I feel the need to just immerse myself in its being. But as the disc rolls on, I long for the brilliance of Souls at Zero and Enemy of the Sun. And that's just not here.

It's been a while. I kinda lost track of the guys after Neurosis moved over to Relapse, but let me say quickly that all is forgiven. I mean, it's hard to stay mad (especially when I wasn't) when the music comes in like this.

Neurosis has decided to leave the heavy-duty electronic noodlings to the Tribes of Neurot side project and is back where it started, creating long, rambling apocalyptic hardcore masterpieces.

Now, this is not to say that the production notions learned along the way have been forgotten. Not at all. The boys still use effects and noise and samples, but they've been integrated nicely into the churning, crushing pieces that are a Neurosis trademark.

Four songs clocking in at about 32 minutes. Man, this stuff sounds great! I was wondering if the guys would ever match Enemy of the Sun. They might have. No one makes music like this, and I'm not sure that anyone else could make music like this sound so great. All hail the masters!

Neutrino
Flight Paths 7"
(Box Factory)
reviewed in issue #156, 4/6/98

Featuring members of the ex-bands Big'N, Pencil and Lustre King. so you might have an idea of what this would sound like.

Indeed, noisy, rambling, mostly instrumental songs. The whole "June of 44 thing" (a misnomer, I know, but I'm sticking to it), if you will. Not quite the range of that band, but still a nice set of tunes, nonetheless.

Sometimes winding, sometimes soaring fare. Always with a tight bass-drum rhythm connection. Very satisfying. Thoughtful music, if you will.

A full-length is due soon on Reptilian. Should be something to scope out, certainly.

Some more gorgeously-appointed noise pop. A little sludgy on the uptake, but with lots of movement and soul. Generally instrumental, though not exclusively. What vocals do exist act almost as an extension of the rhythms involved. Not rapping, precisely, but certainly forceful speaking.

A wonderful racket, indeed. The sound is something like the second Don Caballero album, still heavy, but with some sophistication, particularly in the guitar lines. Neutrino doesn't mind losing itself from time to time, and that sense of exploration makes this disc a fun listen.

The sound is traditional noise pop, heavy in the bass, but with a light hand on the distortion levels. The key here is on the interplay between the instruments, not on any one player in particular. And that's also how the vocals fit in. The music makes no concession for the singing, and thus it's a much stronger, much more cohesive sound.

I could say "wow" a few times in a row here. I just love this kinda stuff, bass, drums and guitar noodling around some tight rhythmic notions. Neutrino does it right, and the result is an impeccable album.

Nevada Bachelors
Carrots & So On
(Pop Llama)
reviewed in issue #170, 10/26/98

Seattle-style pop music, more in the eclectic Built to Spill mode, with more than a dose of U.K. snottiness. All over the place, but surprisingly cohesive. Lots of good songs.

And that's despite the fact that the band refuses to play any particular style. At least most songs stick to the same influence. Most, anyway. One unifying factor is a jangly atmospheric feel (I'm not kidding about that, even though it is something of an oxymoron) which lends most songs a melancholy edge.

Another important factor is the strong songwriting. The music and the lyrics are fused together, stylistically. There's no way to take one without the other. The mark of greatness, really. And the playing is solid. With some truly unusual licks from time to time, that's something to appreciate.

The best pop albums have range. The Nevada Bachelors are lucky to stay on the map. This album does more than impress; it inspires.

Nevermore
Nevermore
(Century Media)
reviewed in issue #69, 1/31/95

First time I heard this, I said, "Wow, another great German import."

These guys are from Seattle.

And they sound like they've been listening to Skyclad, Iced Earth, Coroner, Celtic Frost and cool European bands like that.

I haven't dug a Euro-style album like this since Night of the Stormrider (and that was a classic). This is not what the headbangers are listening to anymore, and in fact the very idea of high craftsmanship is anathema in this era of grunge and punk revival. But good music can overcome the fads. And enough people out there know great music when they hear it.

Every song has a wonderful mixture of attention to detail and human flow. These songs are alive, vibrant and exciting. Let us feed.

New American Mob
All Mob Cons EP
(R.A.F.R.)
reviewed in issue #189, 10/11/99

Just yer basic punk rawk. Nothing particularly inventive, nothing particularly notable. Simply six songs kicked out with just enough of a sneer to keep my toe tapping.

The stuff is often fairly catchy, even within its fairly generic constraints. I know, punks not all about taking chances, but hey, some sort of difference from the musical norm would be nice. And no, a female drummer doesn't count.

Ah, hell, I'll give the folks a break. There's nothing wrong with this stuff. It's just not the most exciting fare in the world. Somewhere in the decent-to-good range, hailing back to the late 70s style of pop punk. Could be worse. Coulda sucked.

New Americans
New Americans
(David Fufkin)
reviewed in issue #197, 3/27/00

The liners tell a tale of two guys who love listening to American pop music. so they start a band and begin playing it. The band name, apparently, is simply a way of acknowledging an influence. Alright. So you know where these guys are coming from, in any case.

More Bread than Alex Chilton, or perhaps more accurately, more Jeff Tweedy than Matthew Sweet (all of these and many more were listed in the liners). The hooks are a little ragged, but the musical sound is sort of a rootsy easy-listening style.

I haven't really heard anything quite like it. Now, I'm not sure I like it entirely, but when the guys break into a particularly Jayhawks or Chris Stamey-sounding song (like "Take Me Back"), well, I can appreciate that.

Not quite a "No Depression" band, New Americans has positioned itself in what might be a good spot along the road. These guys do have commercial potential, and the recording is top-notch. It's not quite what I groove on, necessarily, but it's pretty good.

New Black
New Black
(Thick)
reviewed in issue #251, March 2004

Maybe it's just my youth playing tricks on me, but New Black reminds me of P.I.L. A lot. There are these goofy new wave moments, a number of wonderful thrashy punk bits and a general disregard for sonic integrity.

All in the same song, mind you. It's that anarchic spirit that touches off my Lydonic reminisces, I suppose. New Black doesn't really sound much like any band from the early 80s, but it does echo a few.

The sound is quite restrained, which tends to make the music sound even more warped than it probably is. After all, New Black generally keeps its songs fairly well-focused. It's just that some of those foci are desperately diffuse.

Alright, now I'm just talking shit. No matter. New Black is exciting, and it refuses to conform to anyone's idea of respectable. That along oughta earn it a few stripes.

New Bomb Turks
Scared Straight
(Epitaph)
reviewed in issue #117, 8/26/96

Epitaph finally reaches out to the heartland and plucks one of the best. The New Bomb Turks have been hanging around Columbus for what seems like forever (when they're not touring, of course), and it's nice to see them move up to the big leagues.

And the guys didn't pull any punches. The famous buzzsaw attack is still there, and the tunes as raw and catchy as ever. Easily the most consistent album of the Turks career.

Plenty of non-traditional punk fun wandering about here, as well. Horns and piano flit through now and again, just to remind you this is, indeed, rawk and rool. The Turks rip the whole current pop-punk scene a new asshole, and then have time yank the entrails out for tomorrow's chit'lins. A simply glorious experience. Avoid at your peril.

Recorded in Columbus and Sweden, the results are the same: the usual unique New Bomb Turks punk approach to bar music. Fast, thrashing and tuneful, with the occasional flash of piano or horns.

The songs themselves don't always live up to the band's best, though at the breakneck paces some have been put through, perhaps I'm not getting a great idea of what the songs really are. I will say that there is a definite sound difference between the two studios used. The songs done in Sweden are missing some power in the middle. They're also, in general, done a bit too fast.

Too uneven to call brilliant, this disc suffers from a serious lack of focus. Perhaps it's the sequencing, perhaps I'm just not quite able to launch myself into the band's energy. Dunno. Something bugs me.

On the whole, though, a satisfying album. New Bomb Turks are a band that must be seen live to completely appreciate, anyway. Oh, these recordings are good (their previous Epitaph outing, Scared Straight, was great), but the show's the thing.

These guys have been around almost forever. But ever since the move to Epitaph, New Bomb Turks have been making the best music of their careers. That trend doesn't change here.

Straightforward buzzsaw riffage, bounding skin pounding and vocals that whip off the sonic wave with abandon. Somewhere between punk and good ol' rawk. I've been blown away by every Epitaph album these guys have done. If anything, this release ups the ante just a bit more.

Mainly it's the frenetic attack that pervades just about every song. Not exactly explainable by nature. I mean, a couple of these guys are old enough for regular prostate examinations. And yet the concoctions keep getting faster, meaner and better.

Not unlike the solid journeyman pitcher who discovers his best stuff in his mid-30s and becomes unhittable (say, Randy Johnson), New Bomb Turks keep making a case to enter the pantheon of great rock bands. A couple more albums like this and I'll punch the ticket. With pleasure.

New Duncan Imperials
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vegas
(Pravda)
reviewed in issue #133, 4/28/97

Um, you can take these guys seriously if you like, but if you do, then you're missing the whole damn point.

What possesses these solid popsters to don hillbilly outfits and cover country classics (not to mention some rather obscure shit) is beyond me. Now, there aren't as many covers here as on previous outings, which might make you think the boys are trying to make their mark as "real musicians".

With originals titled "Tip-A-Cow", "Makin' Out With My Dad" and "Nose Maul Problem"? I think not. The music is straight ahead pop with a bit of the old rock riffola, and the humor is utterly sophomoric. Got a problem?

Jeez, I'm dishing out way too much attitude. Must be stress. Anyway, if this is your bag (and it sure is mine), then you should be happy. If not, then go buy the new U2 or something equally pretentious (not to mention dull). Oh, man, there I go again. Somebody knock this chip off my shoulder, please. And feel free to check out this disc.

The New Grand
Incognito
(Sonic Unyon)
reviewed in issue #162, 6/29/98

Jangly power pop, generally disjointed in an amiable way. The vocals are just out of tune, and often enough the guitar and bass are just that much off.

But it's not calculated or anything. My guess is that's just what works for the band. The songs themselves probably wouldn't sound very good if given a letter-perfect treatment, but they sound good enough as played by the band.

Which still doesn't mean this is anything great. The lackadaisical sound is cool, and every once in a while true bliss flits through my mind. Inconsistency haunts the album, particularly the writing. The material just isn't that strong.

Put into a garage context it works, if barely at times. The New Grand has an amusing way of hacking through the songs, but it needs to come up with more inspiring fare if it wants to really impress.

The New Mexikans
Paradise EP
(self-released)
reviewed in issue #200, 6/5/00

I have to say that, as a New Mexican for five years, I'm not sure what to make of the band's choice of monikers. What I can say is that it doesn't have much to do with the sound.

The band is built around the guitar playing of Gabriel Marin. He's good. He's young, and right now he seems to be in a 70s phase, heavy on the Sabbath. Helping to fulfill that notion are the Ozzy-esque vocals of Brian Anwar.

Now, the New Mexikans don't get all caught up in excess. These are tastefully-arranged pieces, heavy but also expressive. Derivative, too, but at least the boys seem to have picked some cool stuff to recycle. A band of the future? Quite possibly. I'd like to hear where these guys go in a couple of years.

New Mind
Forge
(21st Circuitry)
reviewed in issue #149, 12/8/97

As the album title suggests, this is mutation of old school industrial, finding its joy in varied beats and gothic sensibilities. Sure, there are a few nods to the club set, but New Mind worries most about sonic sculpture, not simplistic dance music.

Great care is taken to ensure that all of the creative excesses are funneled into crafting intriguing music. New Mind doesn't stick to any one sound, wandering all over the German electronic landscape, from Kraftwerk to Einsturzende Neubauten to KMFDM, often using elements of each in any one song.

Very cold and sterile, as intended. This music is not nice, pretty or simple, but it is engaging. An appreciation of the unusual is needed, but donšt fear: New mind is simply out to craft its own sound, not be weird for strangeness sake.

At times, the different elements clash more than mesh, leading to a couple confused-sounding songs. On the whole, however, New Mind has done a good job of updating the German Engineering standard, even if its members are Brits.

The New Pornographers
Mass Romantic
(Mint)
reviewed in issue #210, 1/8/01

Songs written by Dan Bejar (Destroyer) and Carl Newman (Zumpano) and sung by the varied and sundry members of the group (which also includes Blaine Thurier, John Collins, Kurt Dahle and Neko Case). The songs themselves were written and recorded over a relatively long period of time (the notes and press are cagey on the subject), but the sound is effervescently pure.

There are elements of new wave, but more along the lines of Elvis Costello or Marshall Crenshaw. There's a big wad of 60s pop wandering through these pieces. Just a big load of fun waiting to explode.

The album itself is built around "Letter from an Occupant," which is a utterly buoyant Blondie-style blast that has been earning raves since appearing on a Mint compilation. It is, unquestionably, a great song. But there's so much more where that came from.

An easy album to love. These folks know how to kick out tight, blistering pop tunes that are simply impossible to forget. Required listening. And I mean it.

The New Rags
Take Jennie to Brooklyn EP
(Silent Stereo)
reviewed in issue #285, May 2007

Tom Merrigan on Rhodes and vocals and Andy Pierce on drums. The rock duo can often be a maddening trip through the limitations of sound. Or it can something of a liberating experience. You might reference the White Stripes; I'm more of a Flat Duo Jets kinda guy.

Either way, the key is to play as energetically as possible. As long as the songs stay in motion, it's a lot harder to notice that there's only a drum kit and an electric piano. The New Rags know this and fill each of the six songs here with raggedy hooks and plenty of vavoom. The slowest song is a peppy midtempo, and most of the pieces here simply race by.

Which makes for a fine (if short) set. The New Rags have a fine handle on the whole duo thing, and these 60s garagey songs are the perfect antidote to a cloudy day. This disc is guaranteed to raise your spirits.

The New Sound of Numbers
Liberty Seeds
(Cloud Recordings)
reviewed in issue #279, October 2006

Hannah Jones decides to get really weird. As if her work with Circulatory System isn't unusual enough. Funny thing is, the stranger the sounds, the closer the songs seem to come to standard pop.

See, Jones likes to take bits and pieces of strange sounds and build songs around them. But she does have a background in percussion, so each song is built around rhythm. And when you do that, you can never escape into deep space.

And the way she likes to assemble her drone-like vocals tends to simulate a verse-chorus construction. So what I'm saying is that while this album gets more and more bizarre as I deconstruct it, when I sit back and let the sounds wash over me, I hear Brian Wilson.

Er, no. I don't. But fuzzing out does help to bring the songs into focus. And the less I think about the songs, the more I like them. Kinda the opposite of my usual experience, but then, this isn't any kind of usual album. Just one I happen to like an awful lot.

New Sweet Breath
Blessed 7"
(Major Appliances)
reviewed in issue #101, 3/4/96

Part one of a New Sweet Breath single overdose in this issue.
"Blessed" sounds, to my ear, like a young Tom Petty trying to do "that alternative pop thing". Which is pretty cool, really. Hook-laden, catchy jingles merged with that popular veneer of distortion and crappy production values.

The flip, "Back to Blue", is astonishingly short, and just as sweet. Good enough, though the production washed out some cool guitar work, and the vocals just plain sucked (sound-wise, anyway). It's okay to be a garage band and still have some semblance of production savvy. Still, the tunes are alright.

Punchier production than the Major Appliances single, but still muddled. Three songs here, all really short. Odd, when you consider that the band isn't really punk at all.

"Silka" takes the a-side all by itself. While clocking in at around two minutes, it still manages to really impress. Uptempo tune with squealing guitars (you can actually hear them on this single), but the vocals are still terribly fucked up.

"Late" and "News to Me" comprise the flip. Both are cool, catchy tunes that would be immensely improved if the band decided it wanted even reasonably clear vocals. The production of the band, as noted earlier, is much better here, but the vocals are incomprehensible. I like some distortion as much as the next fuck, butthis is silly. These are great songs. Wish I could make them out better.

Totally uncontrolled pop. The guitars fly all over the place, the production is a bit treble-heavy (accentuating the mess) and the vocals are often distorted beyond recognition.

And still fairly entertaining. I think New Sweet Breath can only play one speed real well, and that's a notch or two faster than what is really called for by the music. Still, this is a band with an utterly unique sound. Messy and annoying, sure, but still all its own.

And that's the biggest positive, really. I don't think all of the odd elements really blend together well, and many songs are seem so disjointed that they don't end as much as fall apart.

Again, though, that's almost appealing. Yeah, this is truly messy, but there's also a good amount of exhilaration that has to be accounted for at the end. Not totally fulfilling, but certainly intriguing.

New Town Animals
Is Your Radio Active
(Mint)
reviewed in issue #219, 7/16/01

So imagine if some of yer favorite early 80s new wave songs were played by the Ramones ... or perhaps more correctly, imagine if some of yer favorite early 80s bands played the Ramones. what I'm trying to say is that these songs are very basic three-chord fare played and sung with that high-pitched. snotty 'tude.

Complete with fake British accents, even. Oh, I'm not complaining. The stuff is way too much fun to really bitch about. Good 'n' chunky even while the motor revs up. No let up in sight.

Right. That's the secret--keep everything in motion. Don't slow down and don't look over your shoulder. Eyes straight ahead and knees churning. The rest of us can pogo around deliriously.

Nothing complicated or difficult; just a big wad of rock and roll fun. Stripped down to the essentials and fed high-test fuel. Loud is better. Don't forget to smile.

The New Tribe
Club Trance Dance
(Big Mouth-Wise Guy)
reviewed in issue #163, 7/20/98

Band leader Curt Victor Bryant's expressed purpose behind this disc is to incorporate traditional American Indian chants and rhythms into dance music. Thus, see, the New Tribe.

A good idea, I suppose. I mean, Gregorian chant and traditional Arabian songs have been adapted successfully. Why not give this a shot?

The problem is that there is very little use of any rhythm other than generic club beats, and while the chants work very well, the music behind them is so faceless that this music just doesn't sing. Of course, as mindless club music, it succeeds.

But I ask for more than that. This could be better. If Bryant had spent more time worrying about his modern music component, this disc might have been impressive. Right now, it sounds like a thousand other sets of club music.

New Wet Kojak
New Wet Kojak
(Touch and Go)
reviewed in issue #89, 10/9/95

A couple of Girls Against Boys whip out similar grooves with other D.C. pals. Hell, I'm game.

Not quite so driving or heavy as GVB, but every bit as addictive. That sly beat keeps everything moving along quite nicely, and the added emphasis on the sax is quite welcome.

Like beat jazz on hallucinogenics, really. New Wet Kojak is just the sort of thing to play at a party where all your friends are asking for the new (insert cool MTV grunge clone here). It will surprise them, and then they will realize that they really dig it.

A little free-form feeling now and again also adds to the chaos, and the collective that is New Wet Kojak simply keeps cranking out cool tune after cool tune. There is no good reason for the affliction of this affection. I simply love the music.

The moodier side of Girls Against Boys, with a sax as the main instrument here.

Other than that, the GvsB groove rides on. This puppy is immeasurably louder than the last New Wet Kojak album, but even when loud, the feel is cool and mellow.

Far too entertaining to be dismissed as a mere "side project", New Wet Kojak is a fine outfit unto itself. The shared musical ideas are good ones, and the somewhat more "out there" sound is welcome to my ears. And if you want to hear one of the drop-dead great songs of the year, track up "Get the Curse". It's further down the riff line from "Kill the Sexplayer", with everything pumped up to a higher level. Amazing.

And the rest is merely damned good. One thing's for sure: Scott McCloud hasn't lost his sense of musical style. Flows like a river.

See also Girls Against Boys.

The New Year
Newness Ends
(Touch and Go)
reviewed in issue #213, 3/12/01

This could have been the fourth Bedhead album, except that Bedhead kinda blew up a couple of years ago. So Matt and Bubba Kadane pulled together this new band in order to continue their musical musings.

Really, for all intents and purposes, this might as well be Bedhead's fourth album. The insistent, yet languid, guitar lines, the just-above-a-mumble vocals, the astonishingly enveloping sound--all here. The songs are silent assassins, as expected.

Interestingly, I do hear a hint of "classic" Britpop (somewhere between the Smiths and the Wedding Present, I guess). Perhaps that had something to do with the Kadane's collaboration with Macha some time back. Not that Macha's from England or anything. It's just that I think of the band in that way.

Before I confuse anyone further, let me also note that Touch and Go has managed to get the rights to the first three Bedhead albums (originally released on Trance Syndicate and distributed by T&G) and is putting them back in print. Newness Ends is more than simply a continuation of the Bedhead ideal. It outshines even Beheaded, one of my favorite albums of all time. I'm blown away.

See also Bedhead.

The New York Trio Project
Fifth House
(Imaginary)
reviewed in issue #223, 10/15/01

Adam Rafferty on guitar (electric), Jeff Siegel on drums and John Menegon on bass. Not yer typical jazz trio. But one that makes sense, nonetheless.

Two takes on the Coltrane-penned title track, with Rafferty flying in and around Coltrane's sax parts. He has a light, expressive touch that is suited perfectly to the task. And without perfectly aping Coltrane's riffs, he manages to capture the idea of the song and also restate it in his own way.

Rafferty and Siegel contribute a track each, with Menegon writing two. And while Rafferty's guitar is the principal solo instrument, Siegel and Menegon don't simply sit back and vamp. Their interplay with each other and Rafferty is what ties the album together.

The sorta album with appeal for a wide variety of jazz fans. The sound is smooth, but certainly not cloying in any way. The players rip off blistering solos without disturbing the mood. The quiet intensity of this project is most impressive.

See also Stevens, Siegel & Ferguson.

Matthew Newbold
The Road
(self-released)
reviewed in issue #208, 11/20/00

Seven songs from a guy who seems to want to get into the pro songwriting game. The pieces bound about in the commercial pop universe. Most of the time Matthew Newbold exhibits a pleasant sense of humor. When he doesn't, the stuff can get awfully generic.

Take, for example, the second song, "Save Me." This sang has a vague Latin groove, one that's just about been lifted from "Livin' la Vida Loca." And it's not like that puppy was particularly "authentic."

But writing pop songs can be a noble undertaking. It's not my idea of heaven, but I'm not going to knock it. I know that the demo versions of these songs have to be performed in a basic way, so that the singer who will take one of them can find his or her own "voice" in the piece.

These songs, however, are regular enough that Newbold would do well to inject a little more personality. I think his future is in writing songs (he shows a fine grasp of craft, if not inspiration) and not performing. But with more work on both ends, who knows?

Kenneth Newby
Sirens
(City of Tribes)
reviewed in issue #134, 5/12/97

You could call this stuff world beat-ambient (or something akin to that), but you wouldn't be even close.

Newby establishes his songs with either eclectic percussion grooves or some sort of drone, and then adds layer after layer of voices and unusual instruments until he has created a fine melange. A stew of musical ideas that simply gets better with age.

A good amount of the musical thought comes from the Indian subcontinent (with a digeridoo thrown in for kicks), but Newby isn't a slave to any one sort of music; he has a vision of the whole that makes this project sing.

While this must have been processed electronically, Newby has kept the sound from getting antiseptic. On the contrary, the end result is something close to symphonic, full and vibrant. It is this talent for production that gives Sirens its lush, living and breathing feel. Simply beautiful.

The Newlydeads
The Newlydeads
(Mutiny-Bubble)
reviewed in issue #128, 2/17/97

Since the implosion of Faster Pussycat, Taime Downe has skirted the industrial waterworks, contributing to such acts as Pigface and the Final Cut. And now it's time for him to debut his new forum (along with co-conspirator Kyle K--aka Kyle Kyle, formerly of Bang Tango), the Newlydeads.

Goth glam industrial stuff. Kinda like if Faster Pussycat had mixed things up with Nine Inch Nails. This is not a bad idea at all, and the Newlydeads have created a rather addicting concoction of accessible beats and wicked guitar licks. I mean, it just makes sense, doesn't it?

I mean, this could have turned out as dumb as last year's Danzig album (one of the ten worst albums ever recorded, easily), but the Newlydeads keep the music light enough so that the moments of excess seem merely silly and not absurd.

Reminds me a bit of the Whorgasm album, which I quite liked as well (though judging by the response from other folks, perhaps that's not a compliment). There's definitely something cool going on here.

The Newlydeads is Taime Downe's gothic/industrial project. The debut album was quite good (surprised the shit out of me, actually), and the original versions of these songs (except for one) appeared on that disc.

In general, the mixes add a couple layers of electronic beats and punch up the pieces a bit. Nothing extreme, but nice jobs all the way through. highly enjoyable, moving the Newlydeads right into the clubs.

This disc (and the follow-up Newlydeads album, due soon) has been held up for some time. I'm now just in a holding pattern waiting for that second full-length. I continue to be most impressed.

Colin Newman
Bastard
(Swim~/World Domination)
reviewed in issue #138, 7/7/97

As in the guy from Wire Colin Newman. Instead of packing in his musical inventiveness and sticking to familiar territory, though, Newman trips out into the vagaries of highly-overdubbed self recording.

Newman uses plenty of loops to create his sound here. He adds one after another, sometimes distorting or otherwise manipulating existing bits. It's kinda hypnotic, but also a little dull in its obsessive orderliness.
He's got some interesting ideas, but once they've been subjected to the whole looping process, all the vitality seems stripped. I can appreciate the time and effort necessary to create such a sound, but it doesn't completely appeal to me.

Well-executed, nonetheless. I don't agree with his destination, but I have to say it sounds like Newman got exactly where he wanted to go.

The Newsboys
Step Up to the Microphone
(Star Song-Virgin)
reviewed in issue #162, 6/29/98

Plenty of folks have plenty of theories as to why overtly Christian music is so popular these days. Some chalk it up to the religious right, others to a general return to religious values by the country. Mostly overlooked is the notion that the music might actually be better than it used to be.

I attended high school in a city that had one church for every hundred people. I did all the requisite Christian things, including buying the Satan Seller book (now known as a notorious fraud) and Stryper and Petra records. Ah, sweet insipid youth.

The Newsboys actually care about the music (almost as much as the message). And while the stuff is still a bit commercial for my tastes (think of Live, heavy on the cheese factor), it's much better than the stuff I had to suffer through years ago.

About the same groove as the band's last release. Average rock music, sometimes even above average. Which means Jesus rock has come a long way.

Newt
-273C
(Quantum Loop)
reviewed in issue #153, 2/23/98

While the enclosures for the two Quantum Loop albums reviewed in this issue don't say so, I would guess that QL is associated (if not run by) the fine folks at 21st Circuitry. They do share the same address.

But I can understand the differentiation. Newt is full-on electronic, completely sterile in sound and processed in nature. There aren't any vocals to speak of (with the exception of some unintelligible samples), and the songs live or die in their electronic terrarium world.

Hard to handle. Oh, the songs themselves are entrancing, but assimilating all of the information presented is a bit difficult. Which sounds odd to me, because Newt rarely has more than three sonic elements in motion at any one time. I'm just trying to find a motive, a creative reason for what I'm hearing. It's there; I just haven't found it.

Oh, did I mention this sounds a lot like the FLA of 10 years ago or so? Yeah, I like it. Retro-futuristic. Like Brazil, y'know? Cool enough.

Next Level X
Dissonance Amid the Reconstruction
(demo)
reviewed in issue #124, 12/2/96

Gothic industrial rantings that would probably be better if the production ranged better than demo quality. I like the echo-y effect on the vocals, but I think this is more an accident than intention.

The songs are a cool romp through that trendy goth world, flitting from dance floor musings to introspective keyboard flights. About what you'd expect from this sort of band, but Next Level X easily exceeds expectations.

Well, except for the muffled production. I like what I can hear in the songs, but too much lies behind that invisible barrier that far too many demos carry as excess baggage. If that gets taken away, who knows what might be heard. On the whole, though, the songs are strong. Worth a listen.

Niacin
High Bias
(Stretch-Concord)
reviewed in issue #163, 7/20/98

A nice fusion trio, Billy Sheehan on bass, John Novello on keys and Dennis Chambers keeping time. Sheehan is up to his old "play guitar licks on a bass" trick (something which made most of his solo work interesting, if nothing else), and Novello spends most of his time (though not all) on a Hammond B-3, which gives a nice early 70s prog feel to the stuff.

The band runs through a cover of "Birdland" and also does a Chick Corea tune, "Hang Me Upside Down", with Corea himself sitting in on a Fender Rhodes. To be honest, though, I like the original fare better. Sheehan and Chambers have a natural interplay which produces a number of intriguing rhythm combinations. And when each player starts playing off the other two, the songs really take off.

Pyrotechnics of a soulful sort. Yeah, these guys can play fast and loud, but most of all they play well. With feeling and passion. In a jazz, as opposed to a prog, key, but I'm not gonna complain.

A showcase of skill and soulful interplay. Niacin delivers music that musicians and fans alike can appreciate.

Niblick Henbane
Go Away
(TKO)
reviewed in issue #212, 2/19/01

There's a song on this album called "Happy Happy Oi Oi." That pretty much sums up what's to be heard here. Jaunty, fresh oi presented with just enough of a sneer to keep things honest.

First-rate writing and good quality performances. Most bands skimp on one or the other, but Niblick Henbane has taken pains to make sure this is a top-notch outing.

Nothing complicated, I swear. The songs are bare bones oi, delivered with plenty of panache. Fine stuff that just leaps out of the speakers.

There's really not much more to say here. Niblick Henbane simply does oi proud. That's good enough for me.

Nice Guy Eddie
Past Modern
(self-released)
reviewed in issue #188, 9/20/99

Two main singer-songwriters for this band (and they almost alternate track positions, too). Jangle-pop grooves and loose hooks. The rhythm section, however, is uniformly tight. These songs have to stay together somehow.

And they do. The pieces are just quirky enough to provide a spark, and the lyrics are pleasant with the slightest hint of a bite. Again, about what is to be expected with top pop stuff.

Generally, the sort of songs that really make me smile. And in fact, I've been bounding about a bit while giving this puppy a listen. There's a lot good here. The writing, playing and production are all good, sometimes even great.

Just what a band starting out should do: play great stuff and take a few chances. There's nothing to apologize for when you crank out pop music like this. Some first-rate stuff.

Nigel
Nigel
(SilverGirl)
reviewed in issue #243, July 2003

There aren't many bands who completely key off the drums. Love and Rockets--when it was good--had an uncanny way of locking into the skins, particularly when playing live. Nigel sounds nothing like those boys, of course. These folks sing at a near-whisper, and piano seems to dominate almost as much as the lean, clean lead guitar.

Centering on the drums gives these songs a deliberate feel, an easy cadence that makes it much easier to fall into step with the somewhat unconventional construction and use of melody. I have a feeling this is intentional.

If not, it's still purty durned impressive. Nigel keeps the sound ultra-clean, but just a wee bit fuzzy. What I mean is that there's plenty of space between the instruments and vocals, but the sound remains slightly rounded. Very nice.

I'm not always a big fan of mannered music, but Nigel is simply too good to resist. Top-notch writing and clever arrangements will carry the day every time. Sure did with this album.

A Night of Serious Drinking
One After Another
(self-released)
reviewed in issue #203, 8/7/00

Here's a way to record an album: Walk on stage for a sound check (or at some other time when there are no patrons present) and play all of your songs straight through. One after another, if you will. That's what A Night of Serious Drinking did. Though it hardly sounds that way.

And this is three guys, three people who manage to create an intimate yet lush sound. On a stage. Guitar, bass, drums (with the occasional special guest). Introspective pop music that does evoke thoughts of Nick Drake (I hate aping press notes, but they're right this time) or large chunks of Sister Lovers.

So now I've also said this is really great stuff. Well, it is. No doubt about that. The novelty of the recording process is impressive enough, but the music is what really makes an impression. Piercing and haunting all at once.

Tell you what: If the method works this well, then A Night of Serious Drinking ought to seriously consider using it for every album. Must've been one hell of a sound check.

The Nightcaps
Gambler's Game
(Rendezvous Records)
reviewed in issue #122, 11/4/96

Now that I've laid the slab on the table, it says the a-side is "For Me". This despite the fact that the obvious front of the sleeve says "Gambler's Game". Perhaps I'm being a little neurotic here.

The Nightcaps sound just like you might imagine a band of that moniker might. Lounge music with just a bit of shake appeal. Not enough get me to shake a lot, but I know it's the style these days.

All you hep cats who like to slouch out and yell "Hey, now!" a lot, you just might take a bit of a groove on this. That's a guess on my part. No more of that silly talk, now.

The Nighthawks
Still Wild
(Ruf-Platinum)
reviewed in issue #183, 6/7/99

I saw the Nighthawks years ago, when I was in school. Down at a local bar, where college kids weren't exactly welcome. The food was fried, and the clientele was easily 20 years older than me. Those folks could dance. And Mark Wenner blew me away with his harp.

He still can. Alright, there's only two originals, and Wenner's voice doesn't have the range it once did (though it might be argued "range" was never one of its more impressive qualities). No matter. The harp (well, harps, as he has a huge collection) is still golden. And Pete Kanaras can play an expressive guitar even while maintaining the boogie.

The song selection is impeccable, designed to show off the finer elements of the band. This is a working band. I knew I was back in civilization one afternoon while walking in Baltimore when I saw the Nighthawks on the marquee of a dingy dive. For the night before, I'm sorry to say, but that sight still made me happy.

Blue-collar blues with some of the finest harp playing on earth. Wenner and the Nighthawks are as vital as ever. Yeah, I'd like to hear some more originals, but I'll happily settle for this.

Nightingale
The Closing Chronicles
(Black Mark Production)
reviewed in issue #118, 9/9/96

Yet another side project for Edge of Sanity's main man, Dan Swano. This is the second installment of the Nightingale saga (with I could have gotten my hands on the first) "The Breathing Shadow".

Swano has been incorporating more and more of his prog-rock influences into Edge of Sanity's output, so side projects like this (with an obvious nod to stuff like Marillion, ELP and such) are becoming less surprising. Swano says in his press notes that he's been trying to purge his system of the goth influences that have been creeping into Edge of Sanity, and so he did the first Nightingale album.

Sure, but despite what the black-clad denizens of the dark wave might want to claim, there just isn't that much between the two sounds. Both are overly dramatic and ponderous. The main difference is that the lyrics whine about different things. Whatever.

Here, Swano has recorded the album Asia never could. Heavy keys that are used as stilettos, not machetes. Enough guitars to keep things amusing, and drum work that keeps the whole set in motion. Yeah, the tracks are long and occasionally a bit self-indulgent. This IS a side project, after all. Swano is one of the great musical minds of this decade. His ability to simply write in whatever idiom he chooses is amazing, and he has yet to crank out a bad disc. I never cease to be astonished.

See also Edge of Sanity and Pan-Thy-Monium.

Nightstick
Blotter
(Relapse)
reviewed in issue #126, 1/13/97

Rob Williams of Siege is behind all this, and Siege members figure prominently in the press, whether as temporary members or merely cash sources.

Oh, but the sound? Mutant guitar and bass squalls, punctuated by occasional drumming. Songs like "Mommy, What's a Funkadelic?" and a cover of Lydia Lunch's "Some Boys" are the norm here. Reality is not a concept.

I'm faced here with music I just can't get my head around. Nothing makes sense, and I have a feeling the band likes it that way. I enjoyed listening to the mess, though, so I guess that counts for something.

Not really noise, grindcore, metal, punk or anything else, Nightstick has a sound all its own. 99.9 percent of the world will say, "And thank God for that!" I won't go that far. We need folks to take us to the edge, wherever that may be. All I know it that Nightstick is pirouetting at the precipice.

See also Siege

Nihil
Drown
(Slipdisc/Mercury)
reviewed in issue #158, 5/4/98

Fairly traditional pile-driving industrial fare. Neil Kernon produces, which brings an even shinier metal sheen to the sound (not to mention more brain-rattling power as well). And while I'm not always a fan of dirges, Nihil does them rather well.

And sometimes the tempo is picked up a bit. I do wish there was a bit more originality in the use of guitar washes and the beat, but the deathhunt attitude keeps this disc moving right along.

Yeah, this is what industrial sounds like after a bit more cash than usual. A more commercial form of Godflesh, perhaps. Everything about the project is fairly rote, except for the wild aggro vibe that climbs its way out of the sound. That's something that cannot be taught or faked.

So it works for me. I still wish the band took a few more chances, but for some reason I'm happy enough with what's here. Another album whose charms I can't quite quantify.

Nile
Black Seeds of Vengeance
(Relapse)
reviewed in issue #205, 9/18/00

Nile is currently on tour with Cannibal Corpse, and that makes sense. This is just the next step in the evolutionary process started by the Tampa terrormeisters.

Which also means that these songs lack, um, style. The brutality is unquestionable, and the musicianship is pretty solid. But the songwriting lacks panache. There are interesting moments in the introductions and interludes, but these creative ideas aren't really incorporated into the songs themselves.

What I'm saying is these guys have no aspirations to become a Fear Factory (which isn't the worst thing in the world, mind you). Nile plays death metal, Nile plays it fast and Nile plays it loud. In fact, it plays this particular style pretty well. I just get bored when all of the songs tend to run together after a while. The thought "You might want to ease up on that double bass drum work sometimes" keeps running through my head.

But see, I'm a prissy death metal fan. Back in the day I scorned Cannibal Corpse and Deicide in favor of European bands like Morgoth and Edge of Sanity (when the latter was still a death metal band). So my lack of enthusiasm here shouldn't be a surprise. Nile puts on a solid show. The diehards should be impressed.

Nillah
Heart Attack Special
(Shut Eye)
reviewed in issue #190, 11/1/99

Only a perky pop band would bother to point out that the song "February" was written in April. Nillah has two regular members and a rotating cast of drummers (or so the liners say). What is solid is the tuneage.

Greg Gentry and Elisabeth Eickhoff (GG and EE? No way!) have a good knack for crafting lush hooks, and their voices work together quite well. The songs have a vague psychedelic cast to them, just enough to spread out the sound a bit. A good thing, by my account.

Deep? Hardly. This is just past bubble gum, with enough serious intent and subtext to make repeat listening bearable. The disc spins, the toes tap, the head bobs. That's pretty much the cycle.

But they do it well. As uncomplicated as it sounds, this isn't easy. Manufacturing sweet hooks isn't simple, but Nillah has that down. Can the duo keep this up? I'm not gonna worry about that. I'm just gonna bliss out for the moment.

Hard to imagine that such glorious pop music springs from the hands of just three people. Perhaps I'm just under the spell of Elisabeth Eickhoff's lush (yet slightly raspy) vocals. I dunno. They are fantastic.

But Nillah knows how to write songs around that fantastic feature, tuneful little ditties with hooks that grab immediately. Nice guitar riffage, too, though such an addition almost feels like an indulgence.

What is pop, though, if not an indulgence? Nillah keeps on giving and giving, stuffing me full with more reasons to fall in love with the band. And when I think I've had enough, there's something new rounding the bend.

Simple pleasures are hard to beat, and Nillah is chock full of 'em. Funny how so many bands work so hard to dress up something good and end up muddying the water. The stream of pop is crystal clear here, all ready for an early spring dip.

The Nimrods
Once Again Saving the World
Takes a Back Seat to a Good Beer
(Doctor Dream)
reviewed in issue #150, 12/29/97

Relatively clever lyrics and easy-as-pie three chord punk pop. The Nimrods don't have much in the way of a serious set of messages, but they manage to leave a smile along with their harmony-laden hooks.

Not too tight, though, because that would sound dreadfully processed. Naw, the Nimrods simply ply their wares with workmanlike skill, not worrying about the odd dropped chord or grating shout.

Sounds a lot like Green Day's Lookout says, though with more punch in the guitar (probably because this is a quartet, and there are two six strings). Enjoyable, and not too filling.

Good music for taking the top down and cruising. Of course, it's winter now, so maybe you can drop this in the discer and imagine a sunny paradise somewhere. Though, as the Nimrods would probably point out, paradise ain't what it's cracked up to be.

Nine Dollar Melon Baller
[riding the ephidrine horse]
(self-released)
reviewed in issue #158, 5/4/98

A variant of the midwestern rock I remember from my college days (geez, all those years ago). The chunky chord work and manic rootsiness remind of bands like Ditch Witch (albums on the departed Grass label). Anthems, but the music is too herky-jerky to really impart any pomposity. A good solution to that problem.

Solid songwriting. The tunes unfold in a familiar fashion, relying on strong lead and rhythm guitar work and a light touch on the drums. always in motion, always going some place else. Loud and fast, but still basic rock music.

The production brings out all of the necessary elements, The guitars do take center stage, but they don't drown out the rest of the band. A thick sound, but with plenty of space between the instruments. A tough trick, but one that impresses greatly.

I'd call the sound somewhat fated, I guess (especially since I heard it 10 years ago), but I still like it, and no one has really taken it over the top. Still a fresh noise for the kids. These guys have all the parts necessary.

9-Iron
Movie Tonight? 7"
(Feed Bag)
reviewed in issue #44, 11/15/93

A couple of the highlights from their full-length (see page 2) and two other very nice songs. These guys have an almost perfect feel for pop music.

I wonder where these guys have been that I haven't heard word one about them before? Well, it's not like that's so difficult. What I do know is I'll be paying a little more attention to these matters from now on.
Same verdict as the disc: absolutely great.

Guitar-driven pop music (but then, isn't it all?). Here, though, the guitar seems rather heavy in the mix, which gives it that early-eighties Marshall Crenshaw/Nick Lowe sorta feel.

The lyrics are pretty damn goofy, but like any good popsters, there is something past the surface that makes it stick.

Everything just keeps rolling along, and I keep noticing that things are getting just a shade darker. Perhaps it's just my imagination, but I hope not. A little depression never hurt anyone.

Nineteen Forty-Five
Autumn Leaves
(Daemon)
reviewed in issue #218, 6/25/01

Kinda the predecessor to, and now the progeny of, Three Finger Cowboy. Hunter Manasco and Katharine McElroy were part of an early incarnation of this band, and Manasco joined McElroy for the second 3FC disc (one of the great albums of 1999). So, now that 3FC is no more, McElroy and Manasco have come together once again.

My first reaction, before even reading any of the press or liners, was that this guy (Manasco) was singing just like McElroy. He's got the same imperfect, crackly singing style. I like her voice better--probably just because she's a she--but Manasco's cords have a similarly endearing quality.

And the songs, well, I think it's fair to say at this point that the addition of Manasco to 3FC is what solidified the songwriting on that second disc, and the maturation continues here. Not to discount the contributions of new bandmates Larry Holt and Will Lochamy, but it sure sounds like Manasco and McElroy are in the lead during the writing process.

I do wish I heard more from McElroy. She sings mostly backup here, and I could easily listen to her sing all day. Nonetheless, Manasco is almost as impressive up front, and this album sounds great. Wonderfully ragged rock and roll. Some folks just know how to play, no matter what the surroundings.

I think I said something in my review of the most recent Nineteen Forty-Five album that I wanted to hear Katherine McElroy's voice a bit more often. I don't know if a lot of folks mentioned this as well, but she does seem to do a bit more singing on this album. Of course, Nineteen Forty-Five is hardly about vocals.

Not that McElroy and Hunter Manasco don't have cool pipes. Both seem to have a strong aversion to singing in tune. In fact, most of the vocal work here sounds more shouted than sung. But no matter. These folks have a line on what made the "indie rock" of the 80s so cool. Take a simple idea, drag it in the dirt for a while and then play the hell out of it.

There is an energy which carries these records, an energy which remains constant no matter the tempo or mood of the song. As soon as I hear a Nineteen Forty-Five song (or anything off the second Three Finger Cowboy album, for that matter), all the hairs in my ears stand up straight, ready to receive vital sonic information. Maybe I'm weird, but this music strikes me in the most basic of ways. I simply cannot control my response.

Which is overwhelming. To say I am in love with this band and what it does is an understatement. As of yet, I've been unable to burn out on these folks no matter how many times I play everything I've got from them. This makes me rather compromised when it comes to making a value judgment on the music, but hell, for what it's worth I think these folks are one of the greatest bands rolling right now.

See also Three Finger Cowboy.

90 Day Men
split CD
with Go Go Go Airheart (Box Factory)
reviewed in issue #199, 5/8/00

Some wonderfully noisy mayhem. 90 Day Men lead off (I'm just listing this in alphabetical order, because I'm a dork), sounding an awful lot like a somewhat more coherent and subdued U.S. Maple. The three songs aren't always in motion, but they're always going somewhere.

The guys sound like they're trying to explore the grimy underground. And as far as I can tell, they're succeeding. Whether lumbering or skipping along at a nice clip, these songs chip away at the footholds of conventional thinking.

Go Go Go Airheart gets six songs and just a bit more time. Its sound fits in well with 90 Day Men, though the songs have a somewhat lighter touch. Almost effervescent, really, in comparison.

But the depth is still there. While 90 Day Men come at music from underneath, Go Go Go Airheart swoops down from above. The intent and the mayhem produced is one and the same. Those who have a noise pop jones simply must prepare this solution immediately.

Obsessively working riffs (in the classical sense, not in the chunky guitar way I usually use the term) to their natural extreme, 90 Day Men approaches the prog ideal of post-rock.

Which is weird, because other than the odd noodly keyboard, there isn't much here that says "prog." However, there is a lot of "art rock," that other bastard child of the late 60s and 70s which has been roundly scourged by the public at large.

So there's really no way these boys can strike it rich. That's a shame, I guess. Well, not really. I'd rather folks follow their collective muse than make music they think people want to hear. Be yourself. Make a statement.

And damn if this isn't one. I couldn't tell you exactly what it says--there are moments here that get a bit obsessive and warped even for me. Of course, those are the parts I like best. If I can't get my mind around something the first time, I have to keep trying until I do. 90 Day Men have given me quite a bit of homework.

98 Mute
Slow Motion Riot
(Epitaph)
reviewed in issue #202, 7/17/00

Take that thick, tuneful hardcore sound of Bad Religion's early days, add a more traditional punk singer and gang vocals and voila! Man, this stuff sure does smoke.

Sure, it's about what you might expect from Epitaph, but then, that rarely sucks. And in fact, 98 Mute has crafted some really tight songs and then muscled up and delivered some top-notch performances. This is a great adrenaline rush.

And the lyrics are thoughtful and intelligent. There's a passion in the music and the vocals. Sure, that's the point behind punk music. Feeling, savage intent, that sorta thing. But most bands can't quite muster up the real thing. 98 Mute is overflowing with intensity.

Some awesome potential here, and this is just the band's second album (the first was on Theologian). There's room for growth, but this thing is just blistering. Keep it coming, boys.

999
Homicide--The Best of
(Cleopatra)
reviewed in issue #152, 2/9/98

I think perhaps the most amazing thing about 999 is that it is still a going concern. The music is easy-going late 70s Britpunkpop, a significantly lightweight version of what the Clash, the Buzzcocks and Elvis Costello were doing.

Twenty tracks, and most of that is filler. There are a few decent moments, but at its best 999 wasn't very good. And it's so easy to hear the many different acts the band and its producers were trying to imitate, it's silly.

It's amazing that 999 is still doing shows 20 years after embarking on such a minor voyage. Of course, some people are still clamoring for Gilligan's Island, too.

Ninewood
American Salt Lick
(Vaccination)
reviewed in issue #200, 6/5/00

With the possible exception of Nihilist (and its handmade cases and sleeves), no label packages albums as well as Vaccination. Not only is the art appealing and the structure inventive and functional, but the contents are quite well-written. The liners for this include a coupon for a "Catalog of German Bands I've Never Heard Of." And it's not a joke! At least, I think I'd actually get a catalog if I wrote the address.

I'm getting so far ahead and behind myself I've almost forgotten to review the music. Like most Vaccination bands, Ninewood plays complex, intense music. The rhythm section often slips into hypnotic grooves, while the lead bass (!!) takes care of the melodic duties.

From time to time, Angela Coon sings. But her voice and the lyrics are more pieces in the overall composition and not a focal point. The songs don't "dumb down" when the voices come in. And the vocals themselves are as well-conceived and performed as the instruments.

The sort of thing that might be classified as prog grunge if there was any distortion. But there's not, and this remarkably clean sound of two basses, drums and vocals is left to simply define itself as remarkable. Like just about every Vaccination band I've heard, Ninewood is utterly unique. In a really, really good way. This album is gleefully astonishing.

Willie Nininger
Almost Home
(self-released)
reviewed in issue #200, 6/5/00

I met Willie Nininger while I was on vacation in England. He and Tim Wechgelaer (who sings and plays fiddle and mandolin on this disc) were playing in a pub where my wife and I were staying in Lyme Regis. Willie and Tim played mostly old American country songs, with some Paul Simon and James Taylor thrown in for good measure. A fine troubadour show in every sense of the word.

Nininger cemented his musical career by selling a few songs to the "Captain Kangaroo " show (amazing how those royalties last), and he's pretty much spent the last 25 years playing music, some of this and some of that. The songs here fit that folk rock meets Sesame Street sound. Easygoing, jokey fare that rolls along nicely.

The lyrics do tend toward the clever and sentimental, and those impulses do sometimes clash. Also, the jokes occasionally venture too far into backslapper territory. But most of this stuff is gentle, good fun, and the playing is simply wonderful. Nininger's strumming and picking sets a nice tone, but Wechgalaer's fiddle and mandolin really color the songs nicely. His touch is a treat to hear.

If you're looking for something edgy, you ought to have figured out by now that this is not your disc. But Nininger has a nice ear for a classic American sound (his live repertoire is impeccable), and this disc shows that off nicely. Oh, and there is a live version of one of his "Captain" songs. You just might recognize it.

A 1995 disc from Willie Nininger, the troubadour I met while drinking my way through the south of England in May. His letterhead reads simply "country-folk-rock" and that's about where he plys his songs.

At first listen, it might be easy to describe the sound with the title of the album. But the playing (especially from Tim Wechgelaer on fiddle and mandolin) is just exquisite, and these songs simply have too much earnest intensity to be dismissed as MOR.

Not to say that Nininger doesn't dig into his bag of sentiment once again. Of course he does. But the lyrics are incisive and hardly self-important, even on the "serious" songs. And when the mood picks up, the comments get sharper in a hurry (in all the good ways).

I know a lot of folks who have little patience for fare such as this. But Nininger is just another example of how it's impossible to dismiss an entire genre. His dedication to the craft alone is enough to recommend this disc. And that's just the beginning. He's never going to be world-renowned, but those who hear his stuff will probably treat him that way.

Nirvana
Jesus Lizard
Oh, the Guilt/Puss 7"
(Touch and Go)
reviewed in issue #28, 2/14/93

You know the Jesus Lizard tune, as it is straight from their latest album. But the Nirvana thing can only be found here (for now).

Production-wise, it lies somewhere between Bleach and "Sliver". I like it alright, but I must admit I can take only so much self-indulgent noise. And it shares a rhythm with over half of their other tunes, so you'll be sure to recognize it right off.

As for the Jesus Lizard tune, I like it better, but all of you should have been playing it off Liar long ago. I suppose that's all.

Michael Nitro
Counting the Days
(self-released)
reviewed in issue #201, 6/26/00

A little blues, a little soul, a little rock and a nice dose of pop. Michael Nitro puts plenty of interesting sounds in his songs, and the playing is top-notch. For all the craft, though, there seems to be a spark missing.

Just