Members: Frank Pascali, Damian Peters, Gary Pickard, Dave Previ
nevereven. The name shouts out what you are in for even before you hear
the first kick-in-the-face chords: It is a dual-headed beast, copping
from the classics while looking far into the future of rock.
"Fuck Yeah!" choruses stick in your head after the first listen, and
only gradually you realize how supremely dark the lyrics are. The
onslaught of nevereven's rhythm section gets your head bobbing before
it dawns on you that you are thrashing to something crazy-complicated.
The songs may evoke the legends of metal and even prog-rock intricacies, but
these sweeping epics have all miraculously been distilled down to a
few minutes each. In other words, nevereven is ready to dominate the
airwaves without budging an inch to satisfy corporate shills.
nevereven is taking back a New York rock scene that's been beaten down
like an unwanted stepchild. Listen, and you will be transported to some
grimy dive in NYC, far away from the gleam of Times Square and
sleaze of Wall Street.
Real rock is back in New York. It has been a long time.