Reviews

“Fuck you all.  I don’t care if it’s all been said before.” Die Young are here to bring you’re their message, in all its old school hardcore glory, and you better want to hear it. A compendium of their first two seven inches and some sick new tunes, The Message brings it furiously in the “new old school” vein of Suicide File or Give Up The Ghost. Fast songs, heavy breakdowns, and smart lyrics with quasi-religious imagery (make no mistake, The Message isn’t Die Young about forcing religion down anyone’s throat) make up this fourteen track annihilator. If these guys weren’t coming out of Texas, but instead from the OC or NYC, they’d be everyone’s favorite band. Instead, they get lost in the vast space between the coasts, along with other seldom heard Texas notables such as Machine Gun Romantics. A really intense sound for a three piece, coupled with an intense self reliant stance on everything from Life and Death to the scene to environmental sprawl. It reminds you what makes this record stand out: Die Young is pissed, but not brainless. When they scream “Use your fucking mind/ Fuck you, fuck me, fuck humani-fucking-ty,” it doesn’t comes off stupidly, it sounds like what it is: a battle cry.