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Oozing Wound is Zack Weil (guitar, vocals), Kevin Cribbin (bass), and Kyle Reynolds (drums), young men that have established themselves in the volatile Chicago underground in a short time, playing in Cacaw, Unmanned Ship, ZATH, Bad Drugs, and countless other groups that have populated packed, sweaty basements and lofts throughout the city. Simultaneously hilarious and terrifying, their debut album, Retrash, is made for people who have no faith in melody and happiness, and no resistance to heavy riffage. This is music by and for people with a desire to slay.

The band channels their inner 15 year old, offering little distinction between comedy and antagonism. As Weil puts it, Oozing Wound is defined by, “loud fucking guitars and screaming and shit. We don’t sing, and we don’t write big choruses. Anything like that gets checked by the wayside because, fuck it, it’s not us.”

The songs on Retrash use humor to defend against and explore the anger, paranoia, and destruction that characterize life in the modern era. The line between hysterical and histrionic is tread with little regard for anything at all. “See you later, alligator” Weil howls in “Welcome to the Spaceship, Motherfucker,” as he channels a fever dream of the Biblical Joseph after discovering Mary’s pregnancy. “No more faker, doppelganger/No more false child of mine.” At the core of every song is a riff, or collection of riffs: from the ur-thrash of the gut-punching opener “Everyone I Hate Should Be Killed” to the sludgy noise of “New York Bands,” Retrash is a blast of pure energy put forth with simplicity and fury.

Retrash was recorded at Electrical Audio and Studio Chicago in two 12-hour sessions by their friend Matt Russell, and follows the Vape and Pillage cassette on Reynolds’ own Rotted Tooth Recordings. These recordings were not made for laptop speakers or ear buds, and are meant to be played as loud as possible.

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released October 15, 2013

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Track Name: Everyone I Hate Should Be Killed
Load the gun – you only get one chance at surprise
Make em run – make the piggy run for his life
Don't need help – I can kill myself
Consciousness, I've got this – Morality is bad for your health

Billionaire – yes he speaks but what does he say?
Hospital air – klebsiella spreading decay
Feed the spin – shit eating grin
Everybody looking at me is dead when I begin

I spread lies – murder someone tonight
Track Name: New York Bands
New York bands, they ain't your friends
They just want your cocaine
Chew the fat and choke to death
On the piece of meat that you became

New York fans set the trends
Well who asked them what to say
From New York to Pitchfork
One, Two, Three, Four: Fame

No New York Bands
No More New York Trends
Track Name: Call Your Guy
I always took you for a man of choice prescriptions
You want to buy them, I go to get them
We'll go for a ride, with friends of mine
Become the animal beat within an inch of its life

Just one thing, you'll still owe me

Come around the coroner, slip faster than you die
You'll want a little lesson like you did last time
We go for rides, with friends of mine
Become the animal beat within an inch of its life

Can't squeeze the blood from a stoner
But I still try every time

Good enough, right?
Track Name: Welcome to the Spaceship, Motherfucker
Born without the umbilical cord
You belong to that kind
From the womb, untimely hued
Son of man, are you of mine? No

See you later, alligator
Channel the master mind
No more faker, doppelganger
No more false child of mine. No

What can be saved, nothing
What can be done

Die in silence, fade to darkness
Caution, err on the side
From the womb, untimely hued
Son of man, are you of mine? No
Track Name: Autopsy Turvy
I shed skin, I hallucinate, split man from mind
I make to make, make no mistake -- alive, I live a life
But when I want more, more is more

Snake among vines

You breathe in, dig your own grave – you judgment pass
You drink up the wine, taste of the lie – you judgment pass
But when you want more, is more more?

Snake in the vines
No one left to deny
Snake in the vines
No one left

Make no mistake, I break to break
I lie I cheat I mob
So when I want more, more is more
Track Name: Sustained by Hatred (Rambo 4)
Captives of war, buried from the light
Desolate imprisonment, the misery of the life
No escape or freedom, or hope of peace again
Merciless beatings, executions, endless suffering

There are no innocent in the throes of war
Only insanity, insanity and nothing more

Sustained by hatred, battle lingers on
Another cemetery expanding one by one
Logical fallacy, cultural enemy
Merciless beatings, execution, endless suffering

There are no innocent in the throes of war
Only humility
There are no innocent in the throes of war
Only insanity, insanity and nothing more
Track Name: Spirit Manimal
In the flesh belly of the beast
Make another wish
Juggernaut cast the men beneath
Sacrificial stitch

See the blind, hear the silent deaf
Feel unconscious mind
You watch the heads, then you wash the hands
Then you let the mind...

Beneath the wheel cast another stone
Cleanse the sacrifice
Feed the gods, grow the tree of thrones
Praise the men of lies

See the blind, hear the silent deaf
Feel unconscious mind
You watch the heads, then you wash the hands
Then you let the mind...

Only faith of mine reveal message divined
Only faith of mine – blood dead blind
Only faith of mine

Always on my mind the god who worships me