Napalm Death continue being one of the most inspiring bands ever after over 20 years on stage. They remain extremely down to earth even though they could be proud for creating a whole genre of music (which they also so modestly refuse to admit). And if it is about displays of respect towards their own fans – we all remember how Barney Greenway performed a whole show on crutches last time they were in Bulgaria. And how many bands would cancel whole tour over way lesser “injuries”? And while most extreme metal bands can’t help becoming dull and stuck with the same noise for decades, napalm Death always strike a nerve that only they can. And they do it again with “time Waits for No slave”. Musically things aren’t all that surprising. The Birmingham based cut-throats haven’t changed all that much at least since “Enemy of the Music Business”. And they don’t have to. Let’s say the new album is a bit more extreme and more grindcore than the one before. “Strongarm” is probably the most furious and straightforward album opener they’ve had in a while, “Fallacy Dominion” offer a bit more “Diatribes” sounding moments, while “A No-Sided Argument” goes from skull crushing riffs to exploding into the album’s only real solo. The whole spontaneous aggression that is embodied in the album is extremely catching. As always. One of the things that have always separated Napalm Death from the pack is that they always had something to say, like some kind of an extreme metal Bad Religion. After the hypocritically religious government (USA, anyone?) focused “Smear Campaign”, “Time Waits for No Slave” continues the theme but on a more global level. Napalm Death have decided to tell us (or actually scream at us) how lost in our work routine, that someone else told us is the only point of our lives, we’ve been denied a grander perspective on the world. Or something like that, in Barney’s own words. And so, without reinventing themselves Napalm Death offer what they’re best at – another meat grinder of an album. “Time Waits for No Slave” is yet another proof that Birmingham’s finest are leaders, not followers.