ย The northern English punk band, CHICKEN MAN AND THE BAD EGGS brings you โNETFLIXโ with chaos and humour, and the story behind it is just as cheeky as the title suggests.
The St. Helens six-piece, who take pages from Thee Oh Sees, Shame, Arctic Monkeys and a whole roster of noisy misbehavers, recorded the track at Allo Sounds in Widnesโ their first proper session as a full six-member lineup. The sound is bigger, rowdier, and stitched with confidence. Because this band has been sharpening their claws on stages across the north-west, with sets supporting Inspiral Carpets at The Picturedrome and The Welly.
The premise is simple but really relatable, so you know where all the hollering is coming from. Itโs about breakup, a bruised ego, and the tiny digital thread tying two ex-lovers together, that stubbornly un-changed Netflix password. Rather than wallowing, the band spin it into punk gold, leaning into their own brand of humour and scruff-kneed storytelling. The lyrics play it half-laughing, half-exasperated.
Then the song itself kicks off, and things really catch fire. The guitars come in heavy, strong, and grinding with riffs that skid sideways down a wet cobblestone street. The drums thump with a kind of โno prisonersโ attitude. Over the top of it, the vocalist erupts with a high, raspy voice singing like someone whoโs already had three pints and decided tonightโs the night heโll scream his feelings into the universe. He soars with reckless abandon, and cracks with that eccentricity that punk thrives on.
By the end, โNETFLIXโ is a breakup anthem for the chronically online and emotionally unbothered. Itโs loud, clever, and catchy enough to stick like a password you probably shouldโve changed ages ago.
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Review by: Naomi Joan