A Decade of Chaos, Finally Weaponised
UK mathcore/rock/punk/post-hardcore 5-piece Wolves didn’t arrive overnight. Their self-titled debut is the sound of a band forged through nearly a decade of shared history, abandoned projects, broken stages, and unfinished business—now distilled into something focused, ferocious, and deliberate.
Formed in 2016 from the ashes of Bludger, Finish Him!, Ashes of Maybelle, and EFK, Wolves unite musicians who’ve also left their mark on bands like Conjurer, Hundred Year Old Man, and The Grey. What began as When The Wolf Comes Home quickly earned a reputation for volatile, no-holds-barred live shows—chaotic sets marked by flailing limbs, flying guitars, and blood on the floor. Their 2017 EP ‘Gone Are The White Flags’ was raw, urgent, and cathartic. Then the world stopped.
When Wolves resurfaced in 2021, they didn’t chase momentum—they sharpened it. Older, heavier, and more intentional, the band channelled the pause into their debut album : a ten-track statement blending Every Time I Die swagger, Dillinger Escape Plan-grade chaos, post-metal atmosphere, and Poison The Well-level emotional weight. It’s abrasive yet cohesive, volatile yet meticulously controlled.
Across the record, Wolves move effortlessly between jagged mathcore riffing, thunderous breakdowns, and expansive post-hardcore builds. Tracks like “LEECHES!” explode out of the gate with punk urgency, while “Reformed (Try Love)” balances discord and clarity with razor-sharp precision. Elsewhere, “New Live, Same Eagle” and “Emergency Equipment” stretch the band’s sound into something cinematic and crushing, proving Wolves can sit in tension just as comfortably as chaos.
But this isn’t heaviness for its own sake. With four vocalists sharing perspectives, the album tackles sleep paralysis, fatherhood, fascism, heartbreak, and survival—personal and political themes delivered without abstraction or safety nets. Drummer Robbie Tewelde’s in-house production keeps everything unrelenting and immediate, capturing a band fully in control of its identity.
This isn’t a rebirth. It’s a reckoning.
With this self-titled album, out via Ripcord Records (Kusanagi, Maridia, Partholón…), Wolves are stepping fully into the skin they’ve been growing for years—scarred, confident, and uncompromising. Music built to move bodies, rattle teeth, and leave a mark. A band finally planting their flag, not asking for permission.
Wolves are home—and they’re not done yet.
