a chaotic, tongue-in-cheek punk burst about heartbreak, denial, and stolen passwords

netflix is pure chaos in the best way. the st. helens six-piece chicken man and the bad eggs tear through two and a half minutes of scrappy punk energy, turning the universal post-breakup spiral into something loud, funny, and surprisingly cathartic. if you’ve ever clung to your ex’s streaming login just to feel something familiar… yeah, this one hits.

recorded at allo sounds in widnes, and produced by the band’s own live engineer, the track bottles the manic charm of their shows – rough round the edges, full of bite, and impossible to sit still through. drawing on influences like thee oh sees, shame, and arctic monkeys, they lean fully into jagged guitars, frantic drums, and a vocal delivery that feels like a rant in the smoking area after one pint too many.

it’s messy, it’s relatable, it’s punk with a grin.

thank u for making this chicken man and the bad eggs 🎞️