Review Summary: Pure unfiltered hate.
Nails, a grindcore/powerviolence/death metal hybrid, prides short burst of raw power over musicianship. Songs rarely top a single minutes length and yet they say more in a 13 minute album then most bands can say in a 13 minute song. Pair the heat-seeking anger of the bands lyrical content with relentless blasting of drums and brutal sludgy breakdowns, and you have an album that is sonic rape.
The screams tremor with rage, without signs of stopping. Think of a train with no brakes, and imagine you're on it-its bewildering, terrifying, but in a morbid way it's a fun ride. The vocals of this record are just like this. There much like a combination between the yells of Hatebreed and Napalm death but with the resonating power of a death metal band like Immolation or Cannibal Corpse. They pummel you. They pummel you extremely hard, but they don't do this job alone.
So then comes the guitar. It's as low tuned as it can get before it sounds cheesy, and as messy and chaotic as it is it still coheres into badass rage-filled riffs. It's the perfect alternation between rapid string slamming and slow trudging breakdowns, full of string bends and stomping riffs. The drums serve a similar role. To remain blasting and crashing, with unforgiving skin slamming for the fast parts and crashing cymbals for the slow parts.
So just as Nails is short and blunt so is this review. That is the double edged sword of Nails-They are so short and blunt their anger and message could not be more present, but there just isn't much there. The record flies by and you're still left hoping for at least another 10-15 minutes of Nails. Their entire combined discog hardly tops an hour, and some albums top that length alone. As much relistening value as Unsilent Death has, you still almost wish they gave you a bit more. Despite this, the record is so simple to love and if you have ever been angry at all, you will love the rage they offer.
