Every once in an era, a band comes along that truly makes people sit up and listen; The Stones, Oasis, Iron Maiden. They are bands that play music that leaps out of the speakers and grabs you in a way you never thought possible. Neurotic November are not one of those bands.
It’s difficult to describe Neurotic November without speaking in onomatopoeia. The main, overriding feeling you get when listening to them is “is this for real?”. It’s like someone with chronic diarrhoea took a shit in a tumble dryer and then poured it into a smoothie maker. In musical terms, Neurotic November are like a mix between Woe, Is Me‘s rhythm section and Lil Wayne.
‘Annunaki’ surely must be one of the vilest things ever written. In 2013, it’s important to be different, but the boat has been pushed so far out by Neurotic November that no amount of search parties shall ever find it. It didn’t look good back in September when ‘Nonchalant’ was released.
You may be thinking at this point that you’d like to check it out to see if it really is that bad – don’t give into this temptation. If ‘Nonchalant’ had an IQ, it would be less than a caterpillar. Even if the incredibly dreary metallic sections aren’t enough to make you suicidal, surely Dirty‘s rapping will be enough to place you in front of speeding traffic. He has the literary charm of your average Oceana attendee.
It doesn’t get much better than ‘Nonchalant’. The lyrics on every track are absolutely cringeworthy, not least of all on ‘Parents’. It’s during this truly dreadful 3 minutes that you realise, this band have been signed to Victory Records and are actively selling records. What in God’s name were Victory thinking? Maybe it’s just some huge plan to rustle as many jimmies as possible on a scale larger than Avenged Sevenfold headlining Download Festival.
Let’s take great joy in the fact that Neurotic November can surely not get any worse than they are right now. They really have no place on any tour claiming to be metal, and the hip-hop sections aren’t even good enough for a Limp Bizkit tribute band. Don’t give them the attention. ‘Annunaki’ is like the end of Dallas, Michael Owen’s punditry, and ‘The Room’ rolled into one clusterfuck of turd.
Written by MG Savage (@MGsavagewriter)