Nailbomb was a world in itself. It was birthed from humor, boredom, artists that couldn’t be chained and a little spice from around the world. Created as a freedom from 3 pregnant ladies, 5 wild children and a life in-between tours!
Nothing was normal. The recording took place in the nanny’s bedroom. The team was Max Cavalera and Alex Newport. The foundation was a humorous punk hate of everything grown up. The gear was shit and the language was jet fueled. We laughed more than said words; nodding our heads all day long to Alex’s unrelentless replaying it to get the sound he knew was in there.
I popped the baby first. A small break in the work. 2 days, or was it 3? It was all for a purpose!
Class dismissed….
