Spooky and so cold as to feel sterile at times, Nervosas seems to be stomping around in the same frozen, bleak tundra as the Estranged, Warsong, and Lost Tribe. Nicely searing guitar lines and sung, reverb-touched vocals, the band has a propensity for the dramatic that almost becomes too much—they veer dangerously close to gothy, operatic self-parody at times but never quite get there —and the end result is a dark, lurching slalom of a record. As this is my introduction to the band, I’m not entirely sure what the frenzy is all about; it’s a solid record, but maybe not quite the jaw-dropper I was led to expect. Still, there’s no discounting the fact that the band has atmosphere and aesthetic in spades.
–keith (Dirtnap)