EP REVIEW NITCH 1. A WAY ALONG SOMEHOW
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From the loins
of Miss:Spelt Yoof, bearing almost no likeness and without
the slightest of warnings, something evil has been born. Nitch
- a four-piece band from Bury St Edmunds - hatched out some time passed but has been
unfolding quietly in the Anglian outback’s until it was ready to emerge. And emerge
it has in a form that no-one could have predicted, a form that hideously scowls for
hapless victims to absorb. Laid down here are four tracks of something aurally akin to a sticky web, placed out to draw in and ensnare unsuspecting hoodies or those that are prone to mosh. With an atmosphere as thick as tar and equally as dark, a downtuned yet tuneful aurora takes a grip almost immediately. Utilising a perfectly balanced amalgamation of gritty guitars and electronica, it takes the darkest reaches of the Aphex Twin and melts them into Candlemass doomery. Pulling together something that sounds very heavy but carries amazing tune, thoughtfully written songs mix light with shade to create a brooding and hellish atmosphere of dusk. Awesome pieces of solo guitar work placed at pertinent point’s just lift the songs to produce plenty of emotion feeling and the well sung eerie and embellishing vocals complete the snare. These hugely distinctive vocals also include a section of the most individually inventive and unique rapping that has surfaced in a long time. Nitch is now alive and fully formed in this foreboding manifestation and it’s on the look out for prey into which it can impregnate its prodigy. Accept it with open arms, it won’t hurt really it won’t, after all it is going to find you in the end - it’s inevitable… Rigsby (22nd March, 2003) |
