Labels: Damaged Goods
Review by: Alex Deller
So here we have the collected wares of Deep Wound. Have to admit that it’s somewhat lacklustre on the packaging front “” no lyrics, no history, just the tracks, where they’re from, some photos of the band looking gawkily teenaged and a semi-literate note to some anonymous pleb they’re attempting to tap up for gigs. Other than that, nada. Musically, of course, this shit is spot-on “” a frenzy of teenage adrenalin and fast-as-fuck snotty hardcore. I mean, Jesus, you could practically listen to nothing else but Video Prick for the rest of your life and still die with a grin cracked slyly across your ugly mug. Needless to say it’s a mandatory purchase for any sap with any interest in hardcore whatsoever, just a bit of a missed opportunity on the presentation front.