Remember when we told you their debut burned and bled? (Catch up here if you missed it). Well, DAMNAGE is back — and they’re louder, bolder, and fully unleashed with a cover that revives punk history.
Their latest drop? A riotous reimagining of “Wild In The Streets”, the 1982 punk anthem originally penned by Garland Jeffreys and immortalized by the Circle Jerks. That track was a battle cry against suburban conformity, a snapshot of youthful rage and rebellion — and DAMNAGE turns it into a modern firebomb.
All that remains is chaos: the fury of distorted guitars, pounding rhythms that hijack your heartbeat, and raw voices that echo like street sirens. It’s a reawakening.
From Stadiums to the Streets
Born on the road while touring with Lady Gaga, DAMNAGE is what happens when three world-class musicians step off the pop stages and tap into something real. Something unspeakable. Something loud.
Together, they’ve played the Grammys, the Super Bowl, and world tours — but DAMNAGE is what happens when the lights go out, and there’s nothing left to prove.
“No Tricks. No Edits. Just Us.”
Recorded live in a few raw hours at Greg Hetson’s (yes, that Greg Hetson — from Circle Jerks) LA studio, this version of Wild In The Streets channels pure stage energy. It’s how punk was meant to sound — sweaty, spontaneous, and unapologetically loud.
“We didn’t want to overthink it,” says the band. “We’ve played this song at just about every stage we’ve touched — it was time to put it on tape, raw and real.”
Hetson himself jumped in on guitar, turning a backstage jam into a full-blown punk summit. The track was recorded fast, loud, and without a safety net.
Why “Wild In The Streets”?
Because it’s always been their closer. Their exhale.
“It’s always been an ode to the past,” Stewart shares. “But now the universe brought it full circle.”
DAMNAGE: A Brotherhood Born of Noise
DAMNAGE is a rebellion set to music. A band that strips away polish to scream the truth. In a world full of filters and stadium fog, DAMNAGE kicks the doors open with bloodied fists and says: this is who we are.
This is punk for now — for the disillusioned, the furious, the alive.
So hit play.
Turn it up.
And let the streets be wild again.