Soda Stains from Homeroom Ghosts by Crammer

Parking lot confessions under buzzing mall lights gave birth to this track. We'd stayed after our usual practice spot shut down, huddled around Kevin's hatchback with nothing but our guitars and two cases of expired off-brand soda. Tommy's hands were literally shaking when he first played that muted intro riff – partly caffeine, partly because he'd just found out about the whole lunch table drama that inspired the lyrics.

Our producer wanted us to give this one a traditional chorus, but it felt wrong – like trying to package raw emotion into something neat. Instead, those escalating refrains capture exactly how real arguments spiral – they don't circle back neatly, they just keep climbing until something breaks. That's why we built in those sudden dropouts between sections. The silence says as much as the noise.

Darren absolutely destroyed his snare on this recording. You can hear it starting to crack during that bridge section where everything falls away except the percussion. We kept that take because it sounded like something actually breaking apart – which is exactly what the song's about. Had to borrow his cousin's drum kit to finish the album.

The group shouts weren't planned. We were all just so hyped during recording that everyone started joining in from the control room. Those "stains, stains" callbacks became this cathartic release valve for all of us. Pretty sure even Josh's mom was shouting from upstairs.

This track marks the moment we stopped trying to sound like our influences and started sounding like Crammer. The jagged stop-start structure, those raw vocal takes, even the scrappy production – it all reflects that moment when you realize some friendships are staining you permanently, but you're still not ready to wash your hands.

Late night cramming sessions turned into power chords - we're three caffeinated misfits writing anthems for the detention crew. Fast guitars, snotty vocals, and drum beats that hit harder than Monday morning pop quizzes. School sucks. Music rules. Let's go.