Review Summary: If you simply need to bang the head that does not bang, you need look no further than…THE MIGHTY NIMBUS!
Sometimes I just dig on a movie title or a band’s moniker immediately, …and ditto to The Mighty Nimbus…something about the syntax…N-I-M-B-U-S…cracked me up straight away, and so my sonic palate was all aquiver for the possible hard riff, ***-fest within…Again, THE MIGHTY NIMBUS #smirks# has a righteous metal pedigree…Erik (ATP) Larson on electric G-TAR, Minnestota Pete Campbell (Sixty watt Shaman) lead G-TAR & Dan Soren (Sixty Watt Shaman) on Vox, naturally 99% MTV poisoned world has no ***ing idea who these splendid fellows are but those with a more refined musical tastes should be excited - Should they…really? Well, I actually found myself slavering like a randy pussy tat, cock deep in a catnip minge when I first heard the pendulous, sludgathonic wah-wah intro to ‘Everything I see’, yes, methinks TMN may well have the musical chops greasy enough to get a juicy thunder groove on.
What The Mighty Nimbus lack in originality, they more than compensate with in maximum voltage and a set of guitar tones so dense , they have the burly, truculence of a full bore Earthride coupled with the weighty destroy all monsters breadth of vintage Ewiz (infact track 4 the sublimely titled, ‘Drinkin on a pile of skulls’ is a blatent Jus Oborn steal, but *** it, if ya gonna steal, steal from the best!) …Indeed TMN deliver the kind of bowel loosening frequencies that are so often lacking in modern metal…they have the ultimate power of doom seared deeply into their rancid hides, penetrating all the way to their blackened bones.
Fortunately the southern flavas here have been minimized, so ultimately what we get is a *** off LOUD riff rock album, that unrelentingly piles on gargantuan leg buckling Doom riff after Doom riff, from the instant classic album opener ‘Everything I see’ to the final KO of ‘Born Too Late’…but paradoxically the album’s strength, it’s CRUSHING HEAVIOSITY is also it’s Achilles heel as there are little deviations from type…aside from one pleasant respite with the tasteful acoustic shadings of track five, ‘Fenrir’ - otherwise it’s a thunderous overkill of booze-bluze sludge all the way, outside of my quibbles about TMN having a singular take on doom (they don’t) BUT goldarnit! this album really does contain some of the most devilishly addictive doom grooves around, and Dan Soren’s choking on fiery locusts growl adds a weighty gravitas to The Mighty Nimbus’s agenda…which I imagine is to terminate all speaker cones with extreme prejudice. I dig on Charlie Bronson movies because they are simplistic exercises in bludgeoning macho brutality and the same could be said of The Mighty Nimbus (Damn, I just love saying that!) THE MIGHTY NIMBUS! I digress - *** it!!!!!!!!! TMN are Stonehenge heavy and generate a stupefying aural barrage of brutish, quicksand thick, potent Doom riffage that any low-end fiend will lap up in a crack hit frenzy.
And their cover of ‘Born too late’ is so good I almost smashed my own face in, (when I get excited I need to smash something, and I generally tend to be the nearest object to hand!) TMN take the unholy dirge of St Vitus and manage to secrete an extra sickly inch of glutinous depressive tar all over it, and Dan Soren excels with a magnificently intense vocal performance here…KUDOS BUDDY! (this track is deffo one for future mix CD’s)
Whoever produced the album did a sterling job.
The highlights for me are the wah-wah from hell, scuzz riff of ‘Everything I see’ and the stunning ‘Vitus cover…If you simply need to bang the head that does not bang, you need look no further than…THE MIGHTY NIMBUS!
