Nailgun Massacre

Album Title: 
Boned, Boxed And Buried
Release Date: 
Monday, January 12, 2015
Review Type: 

When I listened to the debut album Backyard Butchery by Dutch act Nailgun Massacre (Slowrunner Records, 2011), I was totally blown away. I gave it a score of 90/100, by the way, and I do not think I did exaggerate. Also some other reviewers / magazines / webzines, though being less influential than Concreteweb and undersigned, evidently (smiley…), were pretty enthusiastic.

Then it took quite some time, but now, finally, the band returns with the successor, called Boned, Boxed And Buried. And look at the cover artwork. Read the titles, such as I Bury The Hatched In Your Face, Casket Full Of Fun, Where’s The Head?, Lower Me Down and so on. What do you think; did this band turn soft? No, not at all at first sight. And not either at second sight. Or third…

Seriously (just for once), Boned, Boxed And Buried is a great successor of that former piece of stinky stench. The album brings forty five minutes of mostly gore, filthy and xtreem Death Metal from the Old School. And once again American bands like Autopsy / Abscess, Mantas / early Death, Massacre, Necrophagia or the likes at the one hand, and any other piece of sh*t guys like Paul Speckmann or Roger Johansson might be involved with, have been of undeniable influence. And maybe the one and only difference (evolution?) in comparison to the debut might be the addition of UK’ish details, cf. very early Paradise Lost or Bolt Thrower, or Swedish nastiness à la f*ckin’ early Entombed / Nihilist, Dismember or Grave!

The whole is rather down-tuned and slow to up-tempo (with some faster parts, of course, yet quite some ultra-slow passages as well), which makes the listener being focused on the gore structures rather than some devastating speed. It works for (comparable) bands like Autopsy, Obituary, Nihilist, Pestilence, Asphyx or Bolt Thrower, so why not here?...

However, I have some remarks. What’s the use of adding an unnecessary version of The Funeral March, and I do miss the grotesque inspirational elements from the debuts. It does not mean that I do not like this album; on the contrary. But since I simply adored the debut, this second one sort of leaves me unsatisfied. And yes, that isn’t but a personal, purely subjective opinion, but you see: I am the reviewer right now, all right?!