Raleigh’s indie-rock bulldozers Goddamn Wolves have always thrived on chaos, but their latest single “Get Your Coat” off The DOOM EP slingshots a surprise: a lighter, piano-kissed groove that’s as catchy as a fever. Don’t mistake this for softening—this track is a masterclass in swagger, proving the trio’s knack for flipping expectations while keeping their claws deep in rock ‘n’ roll soil.
Chris Weilding (guitar/vocals) dusted off this older gem, originally penned during the band’s early days, and injected it with fresh studio spontaneity. Enter Dakota Proctor of local act Ooze Box, who dropped a breezy, off-the-cuff piano riff during a studio hangout, layering a bright, almost jangly texture atop the Wolves’ signature grit. The outcome’s a track that feels like a sunbeam cutting through a dive-bar haze—unexpected but undeniably infectious. Laura McCullough’s basslines anchor the groove with playful precision, while her harmonies with Weilding add a sugar-rush contrast to the song’s garage-rock backbone. Drummer Drew Foglia, as always, is the engine room here, serving up a rhythm that’s both tight and loose, like a coiled spring ready to snap.
The DOOM EP—recorded at Raleigh’s Found After Dark with studio wizard Max Gowan—might grapple with modern anxieties, but “Get Your Coat” sidesteps doom-scrolling for a defiant, foot-tapping shrug. It’s a reminder that Goddamn Wolves don’t just soundtrack the chaos; they dance in it. McCullough’s growing role as a songwriter (see her quarantine-born “Later Than You Think”) and Foglia’s knack for turning drum fills into earworms show this trio isn’t riding on Weilding’s riffs alone—they’re a democracy of noise, each member sharpening the other’s edge.
While the EP’s other tracks thrash and brood, “Get Your Coat” winks with pop-smart mischief, proof of the band’s refusal to be pigeonholed. The Wolves’ secret weapon? Their ability to make even a piano feel dangerous. With a vinyl LP brewing and new tracks ready to detonate, Goddamn Wolves aren’t just surviving the chaos—they’re weaponizing it. Make this one loud, and watch your worries peel out like a stolen convertible.