Detention Confetti from Sugar Punch by Lockerpop

A snappy snare-hit shatters the quiet dread of yesterday's reprimands, tearing them into a celebratory blizzard. This track channels every classroom note, every whispered judgment, into a defiant, head-thrashing anthem, the sound of palm-muted guitars carving out space in the suffocating hallway. An 808 underkick pulsates beneath a chaotic tape-screech, evoking gear patched together from sheer will. Onstage, this becomes a visceral spectacle; real detention slips rain down, transforming sterile shame into a communal art piece. Listeners have found it acts as a strange catharsis, a permission to finally dance on the rubble of their own messy pasts. The central, jarring roll-call—a brief, almost clinical naming of faces—cuts through the noise before being swallowed by a gang chant. It’s a bold assertion, making sure every single person's mark isn't just a scribble on graph paper, but an undeniable echo against the indifferent city blocks.

We're the soundtrack to your homeroom daydreams and cafeteria heartbreaks. Raw cassette jams, busted amps, and real voice cracks – no filter. Bring your detention slips as confetti. High school feels, amplified.