May22 , 2025

    Meet Chub: The Ferocious Punk Revivalists Fueling Chaos with ‘Microwave Dave’

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    If you thought punk was dead, Chub just dropkicked that notion straight into the mosh pit. With their feral new single Microwave Dave and a no-holds-barred UK tour in motion, the Eastbourne-born four-piece is dragging British punk back to its roots—gritty, raw, and hilariously unhinged.

    Chub’s journey from pub basements to festival stages isn’t just a story of sound—it’s a full-on assault of energy. Formed in 2019 with nothing more than cheap lager and a shared obsession with Tony Hawk-era soundtracks, the band has since carved out a cult following across the UK’s underground scene. They’re not polished, they’re not precious, and they never play it safe. That’s exactly why they’re irresistible.

    ‘Microwave Dave’ is the band’s rallying cry—a riotous, tongue-in-cheek tribute to a possibly fictional pub legend with a microwaved meal and a thousand-yard stare. Drenched in sarcasm and spit, the track has become a closing anthem at every Chub show.

    “It ends every set,” the band explains. “The crowd could be drenched in sweat and exhausted—but as soon as ‘Dave’ starts, they go again

    That kind of chaos isn’t manufactured—it’s earned. With previous singles like ‘Beer Bong Song’, ‘QUIT’, and ‘Carolina Reaper’ already cult favorites, Chub’s shows have become must-see events, often ending in a blur of limbs, laughter, and ringing ears.

    Their latest chapter? A relentless seven-city sprint across the UK, culminating in a blowout finale at Brighton’s iconic Green Door Store. It’s not just a tour—it’s a sprint through Britain’s punk underbelly, one dive bar at a time.

    As new music brews and fan devotion spreads like spilled lager, one thing’s certain: discovering Chub now means bragging rights later. This is more than a punk band—it’s a cultural pressure cooker ready to burst.

    So here’s your warning: grab a pint, duck the flying elbows, and scream every word. Because Chub isn’t asking for permission—they’re taking over, one feral riff at a time.

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