Miss Morning rips through the noise with Spitball, a reckless, teeth-bared punk anthem straight from the sweat-soaked basements of Asbury Park. Fueled by Riot Grrrl fury and pub-rock swagger, this track is pure, unfiltered chaos—fuzzy guitars, gut-punch drums, and vocals that snarl, spit, and SCREEEAAAAM like a back-alley brawl set to music. Every line drips with attitude, every riff hits like a brick through a window, and when the chorus detonates, it’s an all-out riot. No polish, no apologies—just raw, primal energy.
If you’re not throwing fists in the air by the end, check your pulse.
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