Powerviolence: a raw and dissonant subgenre of hardcore punk, closely related to the raging fury known as grindcore.

If you think throwing this band’s name into the Google search box is going to gain you much insight at all on the background of Nails or what makes this band tick, then you are gravely mistaken. These guys are apparently the unseen ninjas of the underground when it comes to their internet presence. In a time where so many (see also “too many”) young bands pop up daily and are virtually deemed as “rock stars” by the online masses without any integrity or really proving themselves, Nails is building their colossus from the blood-stained ground up. Constructed by Todd Jones (ex-Blacklisted, ex-Terror), this Southern California three-piece is obviously very well versed in the ancient art of kicking total ass with no intention whatsoever of letting the listener beg for mercy.

Unsilent Death (Southern Lord) was produced by Kurt Ballou of Converge at Godcity Studio and is the snarling declaration that this band will not go down without a violent fight. Each song is like another vicious boot to the face. At just under fourteen minutes, Nails manages to drive their point home like a bulldozer in the pit. While deeply rooted in the hardcore punk sound of the good ol’ days, Nails breathes additional life into their art with a stance reminiscent of the likes of Entombed and Napalm Death. The shorter numbers, such as opener “Conform”, “Your God” and “No Servant” succeed in crushing your skull with lightning quickness, just before the next devastating blow is delivered. The longer selections such as the title track or “Suffering Soul”, extend the listener’s stay in a world full of closed fists, in rebellion of the man-made restraints in this life. Overflowing with booming riffs, feedback, growls, screams, blasting percussion and enough unbridled ire to incite a worldwide riot, Unsilent Death is a tight and lethal little package of destruction.

When all is angrily said and done, the only real complaint of Unsilent Death, from where this reviewer is standing, is directed at the unfortunate fact that this album should’ve been at least three times longer in length. With that being said, Nails is a force to be reckoned with. “Bow to no man, no pig, no book of myths. Tolerate no deception, no ignorance.” Stand up and be counted! Join the Nails army!!