Wounds have a two-fingered flippancy about death
‘Dead Dead Fucking Dead’, the world’s intro to Dublin punk grandstanders Wounds, suggested a two-fingered flippancy about death. That was in 2010, and despite the interim period having seen one member almost perish (singer Aidan Coogan fell from a tall building), their outlook seems unaltered. ‘Die Young’ is a sometimes grisly attempt to resolve the conflicts between post-Blood Brothers hardcore histrionics, ’80s goth glowering and the arena-rock-gone-punk of, say, The Bronx. Wounds’ insistence on a gang mentality (all “we” this and “we” that) can be irksome, but you can understand why they pull together.