After the menacing sound of feedback and a low bass rumble preps you for what’s to come, DNF lets loose a nasty concoction of grindcore and sludge. Racing through 8 songs in 13 minutes, there is no time to come up for air unless you count the sludgy parts that dwell these songs. Not that they help much, seeing as they suck up all the oxygen in the room.
It’s not like I was expecting poppy tunes from a band that consists of members from Trash Talk and Touche Amore but “Hurt” is more heavy and violent than anything I imagined. It sounds like the return of Cursed. An extremely pissed of version of Cursed at that. Looking for something that hits harder than a carton of Red Bull? Go ahead, here’s a can of DNF!