The Novus

!‘I Serve Not’ is The Novus waving two fingers at the establishment in a visceral, thundering explosion of a track that draws in the anger and violence of Nine Inch Nails with a punk rock sneer and lyrical acidity. It is an utterly cathartic attack on today’s selfish society – on those in power that do not have a shred of human decency who seem to be in the ascendancy" - Backseat Mafia

"There are moments when they channel Idles' deft weaving together of hardcore chaos and great songwriting and they share some of Shame's all-out punk abandon too. But there also shadows of older Black Country generations, perhaps absorbed more by osmosis than design. Does the glam rock strut that powers 'GreyScale' have a touch of Wolverhampton's Slade in its DNA, maybe? Do the Bonham-esque beats on 'Frosty' owe just a little to Led Zep?

Possibly, but ultimately it's only slightly relevant, because the blizzard riffing and wised up attitude of The Novus in full flight feel nothing if not fresh out of the starting gates" - Gigwise

"they are talented musicians and they’ve got an energy and passion that can’t be faked. Politically challenging times often produce harder-edged and, well, better music and this band demonstrates that. The sound is fully formed and could easily be heard on BBC 6 Music. Ones to watch" - The Upcoming

"an unholy mix of alt-rock, Brit-pop, somewhat hard RnB-ish, slightly punky, slightly psychy played with the kind of energy that fizzes, actually it does more than fizz, it explodes.

Pounding drums, guitars that sound raw and unfiltered, vocals that positively rock, played at a speed that exhilarates. It is the sound of the best of times, it has a madness that takes you over the edge" - LocalSoundFocus

"This stage mentality serves the projection of their punkified politics. Connor’s Mr Hide is currently a patchwork quilt of Johnny Rotten, GG Allin and MC Ride. Eloquent enough to turn up in a partial suit, yet more than happy to strip down and parade through his audience, on his feet or over their heads.
This character gives vigour to the Novus’ lyrics; so what if a stationary, well shaven, shirted man on the stage tells me that hatred is a cancer? So what if he tells me that my rights aren’t respected, just inspected? But when Connor sings these lyrics, he performs them with his entire being. Head, shoulders, knees and toes. (It makes a great spectacle for the beer-bellied chaps shouting ‘fuck the police’, too.)" - Asbo Magazine