Abrasive and skull-scouring, Icelandic punx Dauðyflin push everything to the point of physical pain. Hackles are raised and the level of treble is excruciating, the stock drums/bass/guitar set-up geared less towards creating songs than delivering the vision-closing white light of a world-beating migraine. And all this while vocals that sound like a knife being sharpened are spattered atop it: another vicious dig, and maybe the last you register before the cumulative effect overloads your system entirely.
You can read an interview with Dauðyflinn here