nevereven. The name shouts out what you’re in for even before you hear the first kick-in-the-face chords: It’s a dual-headed beast, copping from the classics while looking far into the future of rock.
The choruses stick in your head after the first listen, and only gradually do 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’re 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’ll 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’s been a long time.