Raging in the isolated depths of Australia for over a decade, Destruktor have carved their place in the underground with a string of vicious demos and EPs. In 2009, after much anticipation, the war beast unleashed its debut full-length, Nailed — ten tracks of unrelenting extremity, packaged with blasphemous Riddick illustrations. Channeling the raw essence of the forefathers of extreme metal, Destruktor summon a dark and brutal storm of bestial blackened death, striking with a ferocity that stands shoulder to shoulder with the fiercest on the battlefield. Destruktor march forward to conquer — with or without your allegiance.
"A whirlwind abyss of harnessed chaos... a particularly immortal take on blackened deathly thrash — humongous and hulking, vicious and punishing. Instruments are attacked with a raw, clashing hatred that drives the notes beyond riffs, crafting barbed weapons of aural destruction in a baleful cross-pollination of howling primal blackness and brutal, slaying death."
— Zero Tolerance
"This outfit tears their way through Nailed, sending fountains of blood and inverted crosses flying in every direction. An unholy blend of black metal, thrash, and death metal combine in a churning, soul-corroding mass of destruction. For as brutally dark and barebones as the sound of the album may seem, however, there’s a great deal of complexity going on within its swirling guitars and rabid drum work."
— Metal Maniacs
"Brittle and grim with a relentless warlike pace, the 10 tracks and 45 minutes that comprise the aptly titled Nailed form a perfect blend of raucous blackened thrash (Nifelheim, Destroyer 666, etc.) and the Ibex Moon Records roster. Destruktor shows there is little else to do in Australia than drink, fight, fuck, and make nasty death metal."
— Metal Review
"Fast and unforgiving, all 10 tracks on here are full-on, in-your-face anthems of bullet belts and blasphemy. Do yourself a favor and get this disc — it will satisfy your need for old-school death/thrash quite nicely."
— GaspETC.com [A- rating]
"Utilizing a thick, guitar-driven production, Nailed is simply one blast after another, mixed in quite well with a few mid-paced moments that flatten the listener. If you have any interest in blackened death metal with power and ferocity, Nailed is right up your alley, as it is mine."
— Metal Flows in My Veins
"Heads-down, gargling-vox black metal... Guess you can judge this book by its cover!"
— Metal Asylum
Teeth of the Divine Review
"Man, I'm still sweating and I've not done anything but sit on my ass and allow the deafening tones of Destruktor's Nailed to wash over me... like a layer of soot. The Australian firebrands don't care much about easing into anything; it's about assuming the position — head down, fingers positioned on the frets, drumsticks in the air, and amps cranked to 10 — and fucking going for it! Anything else is left to the pansies and pretenders.
What we have here is not a failure to communicate. Rather, Nailed kicks the groan and punches the throat with a style that marries old-school death (think Drawn and Quartered, Necrovation, etc.) to blasting — and sometimes thrashing — black metal. The bellowing growls, the grainy images of bullet-belted men in an Olympic synchronized hair-copter competition, and the suffocating denseness are genuine. It is the stuff of mass genuflection at the feet of the ancient death metal gods.
Much of Nailed is straightforward blasting intensity, but it is not without compositional refinement — that is, once the dizziness from the initial body blows begins to subside. You'll hear more variety during the second half, in particular with songs like After Death Murmurs, which leans toward blackened thrash, and the rather epic (in a hate-fueled shitstorm kind of way) album-capper Spawning the Immortal, complete with naked, nefarious bass lines and effective pace changes.
What can I say? Australian metal extremism and Hells Headbangers: two peas in a motherfucking pod. I'm sure a goat was involved at some point as well."
— Scott Alisoglu, Teeth of the Divine
