Bed of Wasps are an angry band. A very angry band. And on their new single release, XIII, they’re probably the angriest they’ve ever been, which I, for one, am happy about because XIII is a fucking slamming record.

Bed of Wasps is what happens when hardcore meets black metal and decides to take to the streets to riot against the injustices they see around them. There will be no peaceful demonstrations here. There will be no profound speeches trying to rally a generation of internet users into starting petitions or trying to cancel people. What Bed of Wasps brings to the table is burnt out police cars, makeshift barracades, and a fuck load of lit molotov cocktails.

Opening track, Thirteen, rages against the rich, privileged bastards that bleed the country dry, in a vicious whirlwind of noise that just makes you want to break shit, while the second offering, Throats, demands that we purge these fuckers in the most brutal ways possible, and will have you reaching for a balaclava, an axe, and just waiting for Bed of Wasps to put out the call to arms.

Musically, vocally, and lyrically, XIII is a reflection of the times and violent times call for violent measures. XIII is the sound of revolution. Crazed, unhinged, revolution, and I’m all for it. Let the purge begin.

You can buy XIII over on the Bed of Wasps Bandcamp Page.