Wild Child Demo 2011

Demo 2011 (Self-released) For: Older Career Suicide, Die Kreuzen, midwest hardcore Byline: Not the Doors tribute band you dummy. In twelve y...

Demo 2011
(Self-released)
For: Older Career Suicide, Die Kreuzen, midwest hardcore


Byline: Not the Doors tribute band you dummy.

In twelve years, there will be no more physical media. That’s what Yahoo News says. Psssh. I know…I don’t normally read that garbage but I guess it grabbed my attention this time. Will my kids not know what buying an album feels like? What an album smells like? What books are? Please kill me now.

I guess Millennial thinking moves me in a productive way (like any great laxative), which is why I’m snaking as many cassettes as possible. Yessir. I’m fixin’ to fill my shelves with physical music. Waiting for Armageddon. Praying for  that shit, so when everyone and everything has been nuke-smashed into glowing gelatinous mush, I’ll be huddled in my basement, toothless and cackling, caked in my own excrement, slurping on expired vegetables and listening to badly recorded punk on a pilfered Walkman. Don’t tell me I didn’t pay attention in Sunday school. It’s been written.



Wild Child’s been around for the better part of 2011, thrashing through the live circuit in their native Minneapolis, a city with a pretty cool and unsung hardcore history, and have finally committed their insanity to magnetic tape.

Eight cuts of berserk-o, treading-on-the-razor’s-edge-of-sanity, recorded-in-a-burned-out-basement-during-a-power-outage-and-a-snowstorm, hardcore punk caterwauling stuffed to its fattened gills with maniacal laughter (“Piss Down a Drain”), string-snapping riffing (“Nice Out”) and the surly proclamation that animal liberation includes the inherent human right to act like a damn pig. Surfy at times (check “Genie”) but infused with that special brand of paranoid terror that accompanies a childhood spent in the Midwest (speaking from experience). Snotty singer sounds like a less annoying version of that guy from Street Trash and the whole thing bursts and seethes somethin’ fierce and manic. Chaos, but none o’ that twitchy Level Plane Records nonsense. Maybe it takes a few spins to sink in for you. Maybe that just means you never had to wear a special helmet in middle school. Go with it ya jabroni. Losing all hope is freedom.

-Dylan Chadwick

You can peep the download link here, but feel free to contact the band (wildchildpunk@gmail.com) about snagging one of these in the physical. Think about your children man. I don't wanna think about a world where we don't know what cassette tapes smell like.