Electric Chair ignites Sunshine Spazz‘s self-titled album with a fiery punk anthem that’ll jolt you to life like a bolt of lightning. This ain’t no sunshine and rainbows, it’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s punk to the core. The first verse? It’s a punch in the gut, sentencing someone to meet their end in the electric chair. But wait, the second verse flips the script – now it’s about staring death in the face from that very same chair. Fuzz-laden guitars scream like a banshee on fire, channeling Butthole Surfers on a wild acid trip. Straight outta Ocean County, New Jersey, Sunshine Spazz’s garage punk trio ain’t here to play nice. They’re here to ignite chaos and leave you buzzing with adrenaline.
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