London’s Dead Horse comes out swinging with Silver Spoons, a sneering, snarling garage-punk anthem that takes aim at privilege and entitlement. Fueled by gritty riffs, relentless drums, and a feral attitude, this track is a middle finger to the silver-spoon crowd. It’s raw, unapologetic, and brimming with chaotic energy, as the band delivers a fiery pre-emptive obituary for the elite, wishing them a flaming rocket ride to nowhere. Dead Horse proves punk’s alive, kicking, and spitting in the face of conformity.
Get ready to burn it all down.
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