You want ethereal? You’re not getting it – not with Jivebomb, anyway. It’s a title that could almost be said with sarcasm, for the Baltimore noisemakers’ debut album is about as ethereal as your average demolition. They’ve loudly pronounced what they aren’t, but what are they instead? The short answer: nasty as fuck. The longer answer: nasty, but with more nuance than first appears. At first listen, ETHEREAL feels like a merciless quarter of an hour, as Jivebomb rip through their material like they’re hungering to tear throats open. Return to it, and it becomes more considered, more calculated. Opening with a screeching, hissing soundscape, THE IMPACT flaunts both a sense of grit and groove as it slowly immerses those listening into the meat-grinder like qual...