Chrome
Half Machine Lip Moves

Taxi driver harassed by a passenger: wanted to assault him. A Brazilian was caught.

Buddhist temple closed for drugs: all monks tested positive.

Sees his wife without makeup for the first time and accuses her of fraud.

Missing for 12 days, found frozen in the home freezer.

26-year-old has 10 children with 9 women met on Facebook. And he’s gay...

Married to an inflatable doll for 4 years.

Kiss a crocodile to be hired, company tests future employees.

Dog eats owner dead for a month, found gnawing on the femur bone.

Spreads spicy sauce on girlfriend and tries to cook her in the oven.

Lamb found in a brothel, reason unknown.

Sends a look-alike to the paternity test to avoid recognizing the child.

Decides not to commit suicide anymore because the river is too polluted.

Shoots himself in the foot to see how it feels.

Accuses actress of staring at him from inside the television during a TV series.

Job advertisement in Saudi Arabia: executioner wanted for beheadings.

Calls the police to report his wife for stealing his cocaine.

Horse manure for sale online, the service is called Shit-Delivery. Possible shipment to third parties included.

Chinese zoo puts visitors inside cages and animals outside.

7 students return home pregnant after a 5-day school trip.

Arrested after trying to shoot the moon.

Tokyo, searching for a serial urine sprayer.

Finds a condom in a squid ring soup.

Bitten while on the toilet by a snake appearing from the bowl.

Woman declared dead wakes up and tries to escape from the morgue.

Condoms filled with cocaine shipped to the Vatican.

With the irritating background of this "half-assed" unspeakable eschatological lousy collage exposed in the form of a record, I could go on forever with these insanities of the human being where verisimilitudes create a fake factorial vortex that, for a moment, makes us believe the news. Do not worry; reality always surpasses imagination: they must have done certainly worse with absurd nuances that cannot be reported, where Chrome’s music reinforces the collapse of all certainties by assembling a collage of monstrous fecal smears, pasting a rear-end where the mouth should be.

But where the news strives to make us believe that it really happened as they tell it, our blown-out musicians (consciously misfit) do the opposite: they visualize the obscene reality, aka truth, that everyone recognizes but only a few are able to accept. The result is, like the truth, only one: lemniscate ÷ lemniscate.

And on those indeterminate shores, there’s no longer a desire for healthy revisionism and driven mystification; one lets oneself be pierced by this apocalyptic stalemate and with a mirror communication, they perforate us properly, not stimulating fake redemptions, just translate the titles of the zombie "songs". In short, the Freak World paradoxically becomes that silent normality that to the multitude is unbearable because it approaches the boredom of paradise: disgust must be earned, not easy.

And so the longing for the bicazzomonopalla, Aperol Spritz, career making, playing golf, and all that "fluid" cloaca smeared with Viagra that surrounds us with its discriminatory plutocratic fair play becomes a sacred profanity where the weaknesses of the biological vehicle accompanied by its ego and vanity that inflame damnation in staying inside the belief of free will are robotically mocked.

Luckily, here the (dirty) angels, who respond to the names of Damon Edge & Helios Creed, neither sing nor play melodies stuffed with false tales of good feelings, destined to make few enlightened bastards bored, but they brilliantly dementalize, with "concrete" cynical broadsides of reassuring disharmony, the deception of being here: it’s all a Cambodia of unlucky ones with singed wings, thank heaven.

"For cases of involuntary exposure, prevention through the use of protective devices that prevent any contact between Chrome and the organism, subject to alteration of genetic material, is important." On the contrary, there’s a lot of fun for those trained for intense poisoning, and that air of not wanting to do anything and only causing chaos shipwrecks the unhealthy desire to give everything a function, giving everyone chronic dermatitis with edemas.

In the timeless, the musicians send you unwillingly to hell without frills with their post-hippie chromotherapy sound. True friends. And to conclude (but not really), the proto-industrial acid experimental punk noise concocted evolves into disappearance in the non-acceptance that most of us are crap... and to crap we will return.