You know when you did something just a little too crazy—you brought a live chicken from a slaughterhouse to a party, say, and bummed everyone out, or maybe while getting drunk with a bunch of friends you drank someone’s piss on a dare and it was too freaky to keep the good times a-runnin’—and suddenly your mind was whoa-ed out, blank, free? Mark McCoy, proprietor of Youth Attack! Records, taps right into that inner psycho instinct with a book of creepy black-and-white collage art of humans and animals and who knows what else called Wound. Blown up to dot-matrix view, it's so zeroed in it’s almost out of focus, like that 90's disturbo Answer Me! stuff, only abstracted. With an underlying vibe of a malcontent’s pain and hatred of anything using oxygen, it has the feel of something bad even if you can’t quite tell what it is. A foreword by Thalia Mavros puts it all in perspective though: when your secret source of inner violence has just barfed up its dinner, she says, your minds is suddenly clear.