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?"