Date:
July 12, 2015
Location: Los Angeles, CA
Venue: Echoplex
Review By: House Of Guvera
Nightly Discord – Chrome
July 14, 2015 at 9:00 pm
By Stories
House Of Guerva
My Friend Nat loves
to meet people. She’s one of those girls whose welcoming smile is a
neon lit “open for biz” sign for the world’s biggest weirdos. Every
time I turn around some new goofball, usually with a disorder or maybe
just fell out of a truck or something, is giving her an earful of
nonsense. The other night she met 11 different freaky humans in the
span of a few hours. She met a nice cowboy from Texas, a large Rasta
man with dreads down to his butt, a lesbian who tried to kiss her mid
sentence, and a man named Tony. She met Tony, who was by far the
kookiest of the bunch, at the packed out Chrome show at the Echo.
Chrome is no stranger to the weird, Helios Creed and company have been
doing it in some form for like 30 years. They’ve pioneered a lot of
factions inside of rock music, combining synthesizers, acid rock and
sci-fi sounds with cut up production techniques and banging on shit
like steel and singing through telephones. So the weirdos come out and
play for a Chrome show, and this night Tony won the award. He was
dressed like a camel herder from Conan the Barbarian, with like 14
different layers of fringe and velvet and back packs with shit dangling
everywhere. He was asking me very gear heady, nerd specific camera
questions like, “What’s the low light capabilities of this particular
model compared to this one?” or “Do I prefer prime lenses?” So assuming
he must be a photographer I asked him, “Are you a photographer?” To
which he replied, “Oh no no I much prefer explorations into linear time
expansion as opposed to mundane directional composition.” Then he
reached into one of his 38 pockets and pulled out a little spooky ball
with tons of numbers written on it and insisted Nat bounce it on the
ground, revealing her secret retarded number. “Whoa 53,” he said
puzzled with life’s mysteries. “What’s that mean?” Nat asked. “I don’t
know….Bounce it again,” Tony replied. “Ok so what does that one mean?”
she asked again. “24?…Huh…No idea…” he again replied. I am a very
patient man, but not that patient. So I went and hung with the normal
weirdos and watched Chrome finish they’re amazingly freaky, acid punk
rock set.