What Nails play is a nasty, dirty fusion of trimly and concisely played brutality—there's grind, some hardcore and some death metal in this thing, and nearly all of it fucking slays. It all fits and works well. As far as I can tell, there's not an ounce of anything that could be deemed fatty or unnecessary here. That's not to say that a little extravagance isn't something to be applauded, but that's not at all what Nails are about; everything they play is strictly to the point.
I think it's safe to say this album is rather insane. 17 minutes of purely heavy and scuzzy Hardcore Punk/Grindcore, with the odd variation (that medieval folk sound halfway through the album just threw me completely) here and there, but it's certainly got me hooked. It makes me think of a heavier and more diabolical Converge.