The Prozacs' Playing the Chords We Love is in for a spin.
Straight-up punk, at least in terms of sound–whiney SoCal vocals on top of buzzy Les Paul (and I'm guessing a Marshall?). Have to respect the choice to just embrace the old school, unencumbered by irony. That's consistent from first track to last.
Lyrics embrace the vague, always a surefire punk formula:
We're getting sick of all these lies
The games you play, it's getting old
Freedom's false, the truth is cold
WYSIWYG for sure with these fellows, from pick slide intro to… did he just say "teenage slumber party?"
