The Nerve Band is a quartet from DeLand, FL whose music reflects a wide range of influences and experiences. Big Inc sonically resembles the keyboard/guitar driven style of The Band and Traffic. The songs are a different story, however. The Nerve Band delivers an Americana without nostalgia, possibly tapping into an America we have yet to see. The music sounds familiar but not traceable. Like great comedy and great inventions, their music is obvious enough to raise the question, 'Why hasn't someone done this before?' The Nerve Band is Mark Roffe on drums, Rick Johnson on keys, Brian McMahon on bass and Dan Walters on guitar and vocal November 18, 2006 Daytona Beach News-Journal CD review By RICK de YAMPERT ?Entertainment Writer The Nerve Band, 'Big Inc' **** (of 5) If singer-guitarist Dan Walters ever grabs more than just a toe of his muse, he'll either throttle her or grovel at her feet. As it stands, Walters danced, chatted and-or wrestled with his muse long enough to pen all 10 tracks on 'Big Inc,' the striking new CD by the area rock group the Nerve Band. 'Words that began as true could now not be found by the world's greatest sleuth,' Walters sings nonchalantly, over meandering piano and jaunty bass, on 'Forgetful.' It's one of a number of times where Walters, or the songs' characters, become befuddled by the need for self-expression. There's Seymour, for example, who 'writes in disguise, sits there and types, a mask on his eyes.' But, ultimately, muse struggles are not a problem for Walters or his fellow Nerve mates -- keyboardist Rick Johnson, bassist Brian McMahon and drummer Mark Roffe. The lyrics of 'Big Inc' ('Big Ink'?) roam from the musings of an urban Everyman to subtle yet surprising slips into hippie psychedelia. Likewise, the music mixes the garage-band slumming of the Strokes with the casual (as opposed to pretentious) cleverness of an Elvis Costello. Meanwhile, shards of the arty 'tude of Radiohead's Thom Yorke prick the songs and draw blood in unexpected ways (as with the airy backwards guitar solo that bleeds into 'Forgetful,' or the beautifully spastic guitar that intrudes on the bouncing groove of 'All That Rain'). 'I've got a ton of big ideas, can I come over and talk?' boasts the guy in 'You'll Be Out There Too.' Keep in mind this is a dude who freely admits, over swagger-filled guitars, 'My Escalade's sitting on blocks in the yard, I sleep in it every night.' The spirit of Traffic, that jazzy, semi-psychedelic classic rock band, infuses the dream-addled 'Bring on the Bliss,' as Walters sings: 'Go on choose power, refuse to live in fear, but sometimes it sneaks around. We can't bring back all those souls we miss. Look here between us, we can bring on the bliss -- your mind is so vast.' So is the bliss brought on by 'Big Inc.'