
we got gusto! we are headstrong! or so goes the rallying cry of wild beasts , summoning all the cold and cagey kids onto the dimly lit streets to terrorize anything old and institutionalized. it's a post-industrial manifesto of sorts, with a spirit kicking like a restless baby in the womb, threatening to overflow at any moment from the chilling howls of frontman hayden thorpe's androgenous falsetto. two centuries ago, it was marx and engels who mobilized the proletarian masses by invoking the specter of communism in denouncing capitalism and its bastard child of commodity fetishism. today, its [...]