New Model Army
Eight

"I met Jesus and he was full of love
while I was full of hate".

This is how "Someone like Jesus" starts, the cornerstone song of the latest work by New Model Army - "Eight" - after almost two decades of political anthems, guerrilla concerts, and bare-handed rebellion: like grittier and more coherent Levellers; like minor Violent Femmes but enriched with electricity; like the Clash with less talent but more time. 20 years after "Vengeance" and "No Rest for the Wicked" Justin Sullivan lets us know he is still full of hate - some people will not find peace until the grave.

Too much, after all, has changed since the times of "Christian Militia" (the fierce war anthem that made them rebellious and romantic heroes), "Eight" is most likely the swan song, songs that emerged with difficulty in a rather depressed climate after some failed attempts and the growing indifference of the media.
The latter now pick up their pens again, especially due to the presence of "Paekakariki Beach," a ballad full of poetry and disillusionment: "And so I leave the battlefield" - sings the exhausted Sullivan - "across the fumes and I collapse under the morning sun - up there an ocean of birds will continue to fly." On the grave of the New Model Army "Paekakariki" will be the farewell for anyone who happens to pass by there by chance, and "Eight" the testament: 20 years well spent and as far as I am concerned, I am grateful to them.

Nothing is forever and nothing is perfect, however, one can still enjoy the good old school in an "Orange Tree Roads" assault, with its guitars at the forefront; in a "You Weren't There" slow litany about war and the misery of the human soul and finally in the opening entrusted to "Flying through the Smoke," which with its harmonica seems to start folk then turns punk and closes with a roar that approaches metal and it's truly a great listen.
Time passes for everyone and the hate remains, but time passes anyway and no one survives it. There remain a few scattered graves here and there and someone still willing to stop by for a nod.