Take the umlaut in the band name, their origins in the same scene that birthed Gee Tee, R.M.F.C., and Tee Vee Repairmann, and the album art that looks like the fever dream of a creatively unhinged kid—and you’ve basically got the blueprint for CHAINMAIL COMMANDOS: a mutant punk spin on a hard rock record.
It’s as if a gang of metalheads got trapped inside an 8-bit video game, morphed into Alvin and the Chipmunks, and fought their way through an arcade into a parallel universe where they’re worshipped as rock gods by millions of avatars. They’re not ready to give up their solos or riffage, but they’ve hopped in a souped-up go-kart with no brakes and a busted steering wheel. STERÖID sound like they’re destined to crash at any moment—but spoiler alert: not on CHAINMAIL COMMANDOS, alright!
This is lo-fi punk that’s kind of unhinged and definitely not supposed to be this catchy. It’s the kind of record you rave about to your friends, most of whom will stare at you blankly. But one of them—one of them—is going to scream back: FAVORITE NEW BAND!
CHAINMAIL COMMANDOS is out now on LP via Crypt of the Wizard.
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