Straight out the abandoned storefronts of Geneva, New York comes the proto-punk swagger of The Sriracha-Chas. The fidelity is questionable and god knows what this piece of plastic is doing to my needle, but the spirit and dedication is undeniable. Through the ever-spiraling chaos of geo-political politics lies the unquenchable thirst to kick out the jams, and in a small town in upstate New York, The Sriracha-chas are gonna do the weekend right. –Daryl (Girth)