Chems for Carnivores is a band built on noise, masks, and late nights that should’ve ended hours ago. The songs are heavy, fast, and unpolished in all the right ways — drums that feel like a chase, horns that sound like alarms, riffs that don’t quit.

Behind it all are two characters — Spooky and Creep. They’re more than stage names, they’re part of a bigger world the band’s been building piece by piece. A scarecrow with a shovel, a skeleton with a scythe, and a shadow that hangs over everything: Pumpkin Head. The lore isn’t separate from the music — it bleeds into every track and every show.

Live, Chems for Carnivores is chaos turned into ritual. Masks on, amps lit, no breaks. It’s sweaty, loud, and always on the edge of falling apart. And that’s the point.

This isn’t a Halloween gimmick. It’s year-round. October doesn’t own the dark — Chems for Carnivores does.