The Nervous Patterns inhibit that tightly wound, anxious universe of the Lost Sounds (along with sharing members), where circuit boards in your brain rust and the sound of something big and strong breaking in wrong ways, leaking a mysterious fluid permeates the first song. Makes me think of androids made of meat, in revolt, working on Kraftwerk songs with their fists. The second song, “You Can’t Change” is what I wish they’d played at my prom instead of the theme song to “St. Elmo’s Fire.” It’s swelling, aching, tender, bats about bright Cure-like guitars, and twines them around mournful but hopeful female vocals. The second side is blank; needle just zipped right across it.
–todd (Zaxxon Virile Action)