Labels: Sad
Review by: Andy Malcolm
Nevasca are from Murmansk. Murmansk! You can’t get much more emo than that. Go and have a look at it on Google Street View. So many images that would make for an awesome album cover. Is that trivialising matters? Hrm. Anyway. Here’s another. And how fucking bleak is that?. All I really know about Murmansk is that it’s where the USA, Canada and UK sent loads of spare tanks and whatnot to assist on the Eastern Front in the Second World War. It was a pretty key port, with plenty of Arctic convoys making the arduous 10 day voyage from Iceland, putting themselves fully in the hunting ground of German U-Boats. Quite a remarkable endeavour.
Ok, so there is some music on here. Nevasca play a particularly wrought form of emo rock, the kind that found it’s way on to many an Emo Diaries comp. A bunch of boys playing pretty guitars, then one of them screams his heart out and the other sings desperately and everything chimes away. It’s full on stuff, and the band clearly have spent many a day sitting in a cold room listening to Christie Front Drive and Mineral over and over, and this is their attempt at playing that kind of music. It’s a well judged one, I really like what they have got going on here, it’s empty of any of the bullshit trappings that a lot of emo brings in 2014, just getting on with spilling it all out and feeling sorry for itself. I admire that a lot.