There’s something exciting about a band that sounds like it’s already lived three lives before its debut album even hits the streets. For London sibling duo the Molotovs, Wasted On Youth is exactly that, a crackling, clenched-fist record that burns with the urgency of kids who know what they want and refuse to wait any longer for it.

A volatile mix of punchy new wave, abrasive punk rock, indie cool, and garage rock spirit, Wasted On Youth captures a band running on dreams and adrenaline. The songs feel wired directly to your nervous system, all knife-like riffs and shout-along choruses. But beneath the volume and velocity you’ll discover a surprisingly thoughtful core. The Molotovs aren’t afraid to tackle self-empowerment, youthful determination, and the radical idea that joy itself can be an act of resistance in a world that often feels stacked against you.

What gives the album its true bite is the tension it carries. These songs are alive with hope and defiance, but they’re also laced with the unease of modern life, politically charged, socially aware, and emotionally overloaded. It’s the sound of being constantly connected yet internally fragmented, of wanting to dance while the headlines scream in the background. That push and pull gives Wasted On Youth its pulse, making it feel honest rather than an act.

Remarkably, for such a young duo, they sound wise beyond their years. That confidence comes from the road. With more than five hundred shows under their belts and sharing stages with the Sex Pistols and the Libertines. This is a band that’s seen how songs can fill a room of sweaty bodies, and knows how feels to have choruses shouted back at them. Produced by Jason Perry at Marshall Studio, Wasted On Youth is loud, lean, and determined to move you. The echoes of rock history are there, but nothing here feels borrowed or sentimental.