“We are Naileater and you are not.” So speaketh these Austrian peddlers of some especially pissed-off hardcore. If you’ve got 10 minutes and need a quick fix, here’s the prescription. The riffs are dark in tone and low in tuning, feedback is not in short supply, and the compositions are eminently headbangable. It’s unexpected that the third and final track stretches over 6 minutes, but here it’s quite effective, giving the group room to stretch out their ideas a bit, let the riffs breathe, and creating the impression that this EP is longer than its actual runtime. Good shit. FFO: All Pigs Must Die, Trap Them, moshable misanthropy.
heavy 380g cover, reverse board print,
limited edition of only 313 doom black copies