OOZING WOUND - Everyone I Hate Should Be Killed
From Retrash (2013, Thrill Jockey)
Among all the genres I love, the heavy stuff has always been a constant. Alongside everything, I grew up on a steady diet of punk, hardcore, thrash and metal, and watched it all shoot off in various directions over the years to the point where nowadays, I largely ignore it. Too many cookie-cutter bands: most of today’s newer technical metal/death/fill-in-the-blank-core seems like boys trying to one-up each other in a game to see who can make the most br00tal breakdown, while punk and hardcore bands keep rehashing the same codified rehash. Seriously, when was the last time you read MRR?
Most “harder faster louder” tends to go in one ear and out the other very quickly these days but I still stumble on bands that come at it with an intensity that demands my attention. Semi-recently, bands like DropDead, Pig Destroyer, Svartahrid, Brain Drill, Nasum, Kill the Client, Italy’s The Secret and Vancouver’s S.T.R.E.E.T.S., Bison BC and Baptists have all managed to smack me upside the head, as they all possess a particular kind of dirty, single-minded, almost murderous intensity.
Who knows what makes one band slay more than another? There’s a certain charge, a crispness in the air when it’s done right. When they lock in, it’s electric: one blast-beat can cancel out a hundred others, and a good riff goes straight to some sort of caveman g-spot in the brain —- that joyous part of you that makes you want to run around in circles, throw chairs, kill poseurs and burn cop cars. I’m getting up there in years, but damn, you know it when you feel it and it’s always a pleasant surprise to know that “fuck shit up” fire still gets stoked.
Oozing Wound’s debut on Thrill Jockey dials into this kind of speedy rage and dirgey brain-crush but unlike most other thrash revivalists (Toxic Holocaust, Municipal Waste, et al) it isn’t heaviness nor radness for its own sake. There’s a sickly, even lysergic paranoia to it all- they’re more interested in velocity and raw power rather than heft. Reminiscent of classics like Adrenalin O.D and label rosters like Gravity (Angel Hair, Mohinder) they play it fiery and shrill; a perfect study in form, in that skeleton-on-a-skateboard sort of way. I agree with the press blurb: if you want to give your inner 15-year old a present, this would be it.