What’s more authentic than a street punk band whose been around awhile but took several years to get to vinyl due to members being in prison? Hoosegow aside, imagine the less fat Cock Sparrer, the Cock Sparrer that actually wrote new songs – their anthemic, powerful, perfectly timed choruses – and you’ll get a taste of Discontent. Although firmly entrenched in a genre that’s notoriously narrow and stifling, I’d go as far to say that Discontent is like a 12 pack of beer. You know what you’re getting from the packaging, it takes you to where you want to go pretty quickly, but when it’s done, you’re pissing and a little sad that it’s gone. Good shit.
–todd (Hostage, PO Box 7736, Huntington Beach, CA 92615)