
(Andy Synn gets ready to run with the wolves again, ahead of the release of their new album this Friday)
There’s a commonly held belief… or a tacit acceptance, at least… that bands tend to mellow out as they get older.
Of course, those of us in the “extreme” scene know that this isn’t a universal truth by any means, even if there’s still an (understandable) tendency for a lot of bands to get a little slower, and a little more melodic and/or proggier, as they get age.
Legendary Swedish Crust-crew Wolfbrigade, however, don’t just disagree with this trend, they outright reject it, hence the title of the manifesto (“Notes on Failed Domestication“, which I think would have made an even better album title, to be honest) that accompanies their new record, describing it as:
“A signal flare for the hungry, the wild, the wicked. For the outlaws, the freaks, the punks and queers who see the world for what it is: a padded cell of screens and slogans, engineered to keep the body tame and the spirit numb.“
And, trust me, there’s nothing tame about this album.







