Review Summary: "Bow to no man, no pig, no book of myths."
This is the prime example of a band doing so much with so little. This record does not even run for a length of fifteen minutes yet it does more to empower and inspire anger within the listener than most records in the ten years following its initial release. I even feel a bit inclined to say that it is one of the most blisteringly angry records of its time if you do not take bands such as Converge into account. It practically puts the "violence" in "powerviolence" with the impassioned, near indecipherable yells set in the foreground with chugging guitar riffs and roaring, thunderous drums with thick basslines to boot.
Nails succeed in displaying their rage in such a way that while it is clearly politically fueled, it avoids being overly preachy completely. Every single second of this record is absolutely ferocious from societal expectations but as well as injustice at large, with these visceral shouts of white-hot ferocity sounding as if they are shouting back at the oppressor - a demand to be who they want to be and to refuse to bow down to authority with every single seething, sour guitar tone.
Nails have made a record that is practically timeless and will prove to be so as time carries on, with each song off this easily becoming a fist-pumping anthem and call for the dismantling of societal oppressions, one song at a time.
