A high water mark was made with Discontent’s Who Killed Vinyl 7″ a couple years back. It is, bar none, of the of finest examples of true-grit working class punk the United States has ever made. Shit you not. The six songs on Shot Down follow suit. They doesn’t let up and kick you in the ass so hard right off the bat that you’ll be puking up the laces later in the week. What’s impressive is how hard they sound without being explicitly macho, and without the slightest hint of metal. Conviction, perhaps? Because they’re taking elements that seem to be at the disposal of almost any band, the power comes from titty twisting them until everything’s on the edge of breaking: the strings, the drum heads, the stereo, your ears. Totally worth your time.