MISS CHAIN AND THE BROKEN HEELS - Storms LP

A charming blonde psychologist with a passion for rock’n’roll. A troubled singer-songwriter troubadour seeking eternal free drinks and breaking hearts. A Sky Walker-lookalike nerd busy booking shows and releasing records with his punk label. A curly young genius in A.I. programming and analogue drumming. Together, they form the most un-hype, out-of-time and out-of-style garage band, Miss Chain & The Broken Heels.  

It all started as a solo/side project of singer/guitarist Astrid Dante: inspired by her recent discovery of late 70’s obscure Power-Pop gems, she recorded her rock’n’roll songs with a drum machine and a fake band. During one of the punk-rock shows booked by bass player Franz Barcella, she partied so hard she broke her heels. That night though, she found a real band excited to back her up and tour the world with her. Since then, two full-length records (the first one with their power-pop dream label, Screaming Apple), many 7” singles, and even more tours, parties, food discoveries, small stages, big stages, no stages, big crowds, no crowds, played with bands they had posters on their teen walls, infinite drives, injuries, broken vans, planes, many failures, great satisfactions. 

They’re one of those bands forever in between. Too pop for punks, too punk for pop. Too clean for garage nostalgia, and too weird for Americana. Hard to classify, their sound is a mixture of Sixties Beatles-esque melodies, sunshine-pop atmospheres, punk attitude, country, rhythm and blues, surrounded by dreamy landscapes, folk-revival lyricism and sometimes even bordering on psychedelia. All the records they grew up with, or bought during their travels, are in the cocktail.  

'Storms', their brand new full-length record, is a step forward to this brave non-concept concept. A labor of DIY, recorded by their former drummer Brown Barcella and Alessio Lonati, produced and mastered by their best friend Riccardo Zamboni and released on their own Wild Honey Records.


“A band who could whip up a great power pop hook in their sleep – though they harbored emotional centers that weren’t just soda pop and Saturday night. “
-       Eric Davidson, singer, New Bomb Turks; author, We Never Learn: The Gunk Punk Undergut, 1988-2001