Every Record I Own - Day 323: Discharge Hear Nothing See Nothing Say Nothing
Sometime in my mid-30s I decided I needed to catch up on all the punk classics absent from my formative teenage years. Some records were total re-awakenings—Bad Brains’ debut and The Germs’ (GI) sounded as vital as ever—while albums like Circle Jerks’ Group Sex and Agnostic Front’s Victim In Pain were apparently introduced too late in my life in order to glean much inspiration from them. Discharge’s Hear Nothing See Nothing Say Nothing was on my mental shopping list for years, but affordable vinyl copies were hard to come by. I’d had a CD compilation of their Clay singles since I was 18, but I felt like I was missing out on this classic.
I finally found a cheap copy at Amoeba in LA a few years ago. Bands have been faithfully replicating Discharge’s sound for years, so in some ways Hear Nothing See Nothing Say Nothing sounds immediately familiar. But so many contemporary bands have glossed up d-beat to the point where it lacks teeth, and it’s refreshing to hear the originators lay down the sound with all the original grime and urgency.