The Severe Disappointments' Prize Inside Shows Punk Aging Thoughtfully and in Style
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| This baby glows! |
The great John Waters once mused that you shouldn't "fuck" someone if you arrive at their homestead, and their shelves are devoid of books. Here at County Grind, we firmly believe in the severity of that statement and posit, moreover, that one shouldn't consummate with a person if their house is devoid of vinyl records. That said, we'd like to note that punkers don't entirely age gracefully, they just adapt their sensitivities a certain way.
See also:
- Our New Favorite Local Band Name: Severe Disappointments; Propaganda Show on Friday
- Blast From the Past and MP3: :Nobuhjest:'s Self-Titled EP ... Don't Call It "Emo!"
The Severe Disappointments' new EP, Prize Inside, is not so much a 45 rpm seven inch slab of angst directed at evils unseen, as much as it is a rallying call for those of us out there who are getting up in the years. Drummer Chuck Loose, a man who has set himself on fire onstage in his youth, admits that it takes its cues from the "aggressively dogged conspiratorial synergies of householder associations, escrow fluctuations, and diminishing land values."
It is angry, and bopping, and a hell ride for what it's worth. It is more than that; the kind of rebellious dyed-hair you wouldn't have thought fifteen years ago you'd find at your local bingo hall. Pink dabber firmly in hand, baby, you won't be disappointed.

































