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Born in a garage that smelled like feathers and feedback, Just A Chicken crawled out of the underground scene with nothing but distorted guitars, broken drumsticks, and an attitude problem.
We're not your mom's favorite band. We're the reason she hides her good china when you turn up the stereo. Five misfits who believe that punk rock isn't dead — it just grew a mohawk and learned to crow.
"If you ain't cluckin', you ain't rockin'."
Snapshots from the madness. No chickens were harmed. Probably.
Latest dispatches from the chaos.
Ten cities. Unlimited feathers. Zero guarantees that anything will go according to plan. Here's the official (loosely official) guide to…
Feb 1, 2026
It started with a broken amplifier, a can of hairspray, and Tommy's insistence that 'fire adds texture to the sound.'…
Jan 15, 2026
The story behind our second album, recorded between midnight and sunrise with nothing but caffeine, rage, and a questionable amplifier.
Dec 20, 2025