Having had a rich and thick taster of new album Miracle Of The Sun through early singles, Norwegian noise eruption Shevils are poised to unleash its full body in a couple of weeks or so. Like a predator they are waiting, ready to pounce with the full fury and ferocity of their fourth full-length upon the anticipation and appetite bred in so many places through those teasers and the maturity and imagination which has persistently grown and evolved through each of their constant ear gripping encounters.
Consisting of vocalist Anders Voldrønning, drummer Anders Emil Rønning, guitarist Andreas Andre Myrvold, and bassist Johan Staxrud, the Oslo hailing quartet has pretty much accosted acclaim and attention through their releases and a sound which has established the band as one of the undergrounds most lustfully supported propositions. Equally though it is an incitement increasingly making ripples upon loftier landscapes and once Miracle Of The Sun is unchained and devouring the senses in full tempest, we for one can only suggest the band will be forcefully breaching bigger and broader success.
The Shevils sound is a fusion of post-hardcore and noise punk but an offering which has embraced greater flavours and essences over the years and sees Miracle Of The Sun unleash its richest and most diverse character yet. Metal and noise rock as well as a progressively hued post punk tempting all add to the album’s adventure and temptation. Even so it still roars with distinct Shevils individuality that has frequently gripped attention and has enabled the band to impressively share their potent live prowess on stages alongside the varied likes of Kvelertak, Shining and Buzzcocks.
Miracle Of The Sun immediately makes its mark, a sonic pulse bringing Black Ace into view with the song instantly laying its hooks through stabbing guitar riffs, jabbing beats, and the great crabby grumble of Staxrud’s bass. It is a compelling start soon in full tempest as Voldrønning’s familiar raucous tones add a feral snarl and greater antipathy to the track. Even so it is a hungrily infectious trespass, one eating away at the senses whilst igniting the eager and pugnacious spirit within.
The outstanding start is followed by the albums just as compelling title track, Miracle Of The Sun stalking the senses from its first breath as Voldrønning again brings intensity and attitude with vocal passion. The carnal tone of the bass and indeed Myrvold’s nagging grooves just escalated the bait on offer as again Rønning’s rhythms pick their spot with deliberate intent. It is another thickly enticing and voracious mix of textures and invention which only breeds greater imagination and unpredictability across the song’s three minutes plus.
Monsters On TV is next and straight away imposes its presence with the rapier swings of Rønning, his muscular strikes soon surrounded by just as invasive vocal prowess and the melody strung wires and grooves of Myrvold. As with all tracks, it is a deceptively contagious proposal, laying seeds of addiction whilst sonically infesting and abrasing the senses. It is an accomplished mix the band has uncaged from day one and since nurtured to the delicious potency resonating within song and new album; this aligned to the invention which expectantly yet without warning releases an alter-ego to the track from within to just as fully devour and seduce the passions.
Also featuring the guest guitar of album producer Marcus Forsgren, the glorious encounter is swiftly matched in craft and persuasion by Scandinavian Death Star. It is another which descends on the listener with sonic harassment, the united almost savage assault of guitar and bass a cyclone of trespass splintered by the bludgeoning yet sharp strikes of Rønning. It is a merciless assault but again with a catchiness that directs swift fixation and movement to its infestation, one certainly enhanced by the bands melodic group calls. For two and a half minutes it bullied, nagged and seduced body and imagination, a clamorous confrontation as dextrous and deviously inventive as it is barbarous and ferocious and bound in all the temptation instincts desired.
A sonic wind separates the song and successor, No More You, a track which needed mere seconds to have us hooked thanks to the animated rhythms of Rønning and the gnarled invitation of Staxrud’s bass. That transfixing soon bred enslavement as sonic eruptions cross the persistent rhythmic coaxing, it all injected with greater enticement and fervour by Voldrønning’s querulous yet rousing vocal declarations. By the second fresh invention and imagination ignites the boldest and most adventurous encounter with the band to date, each moment bringing a new twist and turn that hungrily captured the imagination.
Wet Soaking Wet is a bracing incitement bred in the recognisable but individual Shevils sound yet also bold in its dexterity and singular imagination. The senses at once are bare to its sonic severity and vocal causticity, the great punk rock choppiness of the guitars enough to hook personal captivation with their grooves just as habit-forming. It is an infernal assault never wasting a second in a lack of temptation or forceful manipulation, a creative tornado prone to its own peculiar twists and eruptions and another major moment in the album’s impressive landscape.
The calmer invitation of next up We Failed This World and another rhythmic incitement to greedily inhale, its punk at times almost noise pop inclinations yet another aspect to the unique incitement of Shevils. There is of course a sonic lining that blisters the senses and emotive roar which boils with emotive fever and that only adds to the thick magnetism of the track and similarly fuels the riveting irritant that is Ride The Flashes. Instantly it is burrowing deep, riffs tunnelling as rhythms tenderise and vocals provoke but across a canvas of melodic tempting and progressive intrigue that equally mesmerised; it all uniting in a slice of hardcore/punk rock leaving an impressive mark.
The final pair of Idiot Task Force and It Never Ends keeps the highs coming, the first a sonic pyre of creative and lyrical infringement which is just as contagious as it is corrosive. Again the band spring new detours and unexpected dramas in its body providing gripping unpredictability to contemplate and enjoy while the album closer is a thrilling slab of feral punk ‘n’ roll with catchy eruptions and metal/noise seeded corruptions. The track is outstanding, just one more especially rousing sensation in an album which demands attention.
Similarly we can only see Miracle Of The Sun commanding plaudits, all fully deserved for the finest encounter with Shevils yet and for one of the major moments for the post hardcore/noise punk scenes this year.
Miracle Of The Sun is released May 7th
Pete RingMaster 15/04/2021
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