Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!! Dublin hardcore types Wounds have finally arrived at their debut album and are raging. At what is unclear but you suspect it’s pretty much anything that we’ve got. Die Young is a record seething with anger and resentment and, if it’s not particularly original, is still an enthralling racket. Delayed after guitarist James Coogan had a disagreement with a fourth story balcony and the street below, Wounds sound like a band playing as if their lives depended on it and it’s hard not to get swept up in the experience.
Song titles such as ‘Killing Spree’, ‘Trouble For The Sake Of It’, ‘Dead Dead Fucking Dead’ and ‘No Future’ (the first four tracks on the album in sequence) tell you all you need to know about the subject matter. The mantra “we get up, we go out, we get fucked” simply reinforces it. This is not a record that sets out to point out the injustices in the world and make measured points as to how we could fix them. Instead it collapses in on itself under a weight of anger.
None of which is a bad thing mind. The musical reference points are clear and you’d be hard pressed to spot Aiden Cooogan’s roots as Irish from his drawled vocals. Yet there’s more to Wounds than just loud guitars and screaming. ‘Desperate Times’ deals with the aftermath of James’s accident (which also provides the album’s cover artwork) and ‘Dead Road’ sees the quartet stretch themselves over the course of six minutes, suggesting that there are other elements to come. If that is the case, Wounds may come to look back at this debut as one reflects on a teenage photo album or diary. Unlike many of us, however, they should be immensely proud of their early endeavours.