The Chicago quartet cut to the chase of rock n’ roll and steal with shameless impunity, ripping off Neil Young lyrics and Motown basslines. The spoils of their thievery are merely templates though: they take the money and run with it as it were, building 6+ minute trash jams on the pilfered property. Everything’s pretty blurry and scuzzy, but it’s high time bands started milking Chrome again, and I’m all for it. Pat Steadman, the Shaggy Doo-looking guitar player, lets his glasses slip all the way down the bridge of his nose and contributes some kool-stoner vocals that really put the whole thing over the top.
On the one hand, their tour cassette doesn’t capture the jarring volume of their live show, but at least it’s not a self-consciously “lo-fi” piece of boombox dung. This band makes me feel stoked and gross at the same time." Jeff Tobias (Flagpole Magazine) Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply..
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