With their single “Ain’t Got Nothing But Time,” Electric High presents a glorious contradiction. Here we have a Norwegian rock band – a collective known for high-voltage, grit-under-the-fingernails swagger – serving up a sermon on the profound beauty of… doing nothing in particular. It’s a curious thing, like finding a Zen mantra scrawled on the back of a well-worn leather jacket. It feels both entirely out of place and perfectly at home.
The groove is a confident saunter, not a sprint. You can feel the combined heft of PV Staff, Olav Iversen, Marius Mørch, Einride Torvik, and Tor Helge Opdahl moving as one solid entity. The track doesn’t build with frantic energy; it occupies its space with the unhurried force of a river that knows it will eventually reach the sea. I was reminded, for some reason, of the slow, deliberate work of a 17th-century clockmaker, painstakingly crafting a single gear, not because a deadline looms, but because the gear demands it. That’s the feeling here: craftsmanship without the anxiety of a ticking clock.
In a world that screams for optimization and hacks to reclaim seconds, this song is a permission slip to let the calendar burn. It’s a head-nodding piece of rebellion that suggests true power isn’t in managing every minute, but in realizing you own all of them, to be spent wisely or wasted beautifully. It pushes back against the modern chaos not with a roar of anger, but with a supremely confident shrug.
This is rock ‘n’ roll that doesn’t demand your immediate attention. It will wait. What, then, is the more defiant act: to smash a guitar against the wall, or to simply unplug it and take a nap?
