Pick out your sleeveless denim, your shittiest, torn Vans classics and your ripped Levi’s because Wounds are fucking here. ‘Die Young‘ is set to sonically destroy you later this month through the renowned and highly respected indie label In At The Deep End Records.
Opening the record is ‘Killing Spree‘, a classic yet revamped rock n’ roll ripper that sounds like the offspring of Black Flag and Every Time I Die kicking the shit out of the lovechild via Iggy Pop and The Hives. There’s punk, there’s straight up rock n’ roll and most importantly, the riff. The riff is an elusive thing that has somehow become misplaced in a world when dancing like a dickhead and kicking the fuck out of your shit friends has become more important. Wounds have reminded us that real, honest music is there, it has just been overshadowed by a cloud of stink.
The rawness of ‘Dead Dead Fucking Dead‘ and the groove and drug-driven belter ‘No Future‘ takes our ears kicking and screaming like a train-wreck marriage into ‘Choke‘, a track that showcases the slightly ‘rockier’ side of Wounds. It has a certain eeriness about it, an almost melancholic plea of sorts, the largely talked, almost whispered vocals reel the listener in like some sort of willing, well, fish, I suppose.
‘Bombs‘ sounds like a heavier, more reckless version of Joan Jett And The Blackhearts, which before you think ‘eh?’, this is most definitely a positive comparison. The fast, with direction and tireless nature of this band allows a slight amount of breathing space with ‘Desperate Times‘ – Wounds displaying that they can incorporate melody in with their madness. Something that only certain bands can pull out of the bag.
The swaggering, spitting ‘The Pile‘ is the thrusting of a big, throbbing middle finger at antagonists, a pretty rad message to the disillusioned and angry youth of today. Kill your friends.
The grumpy as fuck, desperately pissed off ‘Binge‘ leads us to the conclusion of ‘Die Young‘ with ‘Dead Road‘, the longest and most ambient, creepiest track on this record. Apocalyptic in sound and content, the track fades out into sweet nothingness and after a nodding seal of approval, it’s safe to say that Wounds are almost certainly better than your band, your friends band and the majority of the other bands that you will undoubtedly claim to be a fan of.
Reviewer: Luke Davis