Chrome

What did San Franciscans think of Chrome in the late 1970s? Did they dig the heavily fucked-with acid grooves? Did they think they were another Stooges impostor band? These are questions I do not have answers to.

Predictably the album is hay for the noise collectors out there, largely due to what I call the Helios Factor-- that is, the animal magneticism of Chrome guitarist Helios Creed. You put Helios Creed in a room with a bunch of pedals and wait for the disheveled white dudes to come scrambling.

Cynicism aside, there are some killer moments on the album. Its indiscernible proto-futuristic vibe can be a little alienating but it has moments of true slayfulness. I've done my best to curate the choice cuts here.

Chrome "TV As Eyes"
Chrome "Abstract Nympho"