From the rat face of Kyle Valade:

Nervous Talk’s self-titled tape is a violent daydream on a Friday afternoon. Listening at work, you’ll have no choice but to play some ferocious air drums while the guitar player throws in tastefully flashy touches all over the place. There’s some 60’s and 70’s ground up and thrown into the mix, but you’ll find yourself pining for going from show to show down Hastings. Walking late through the Downtown Eastside with its concrete, rats, and shipping containers, intersecting with pals you only see at shows, heading outside between bands, and listening to the real thing.