Chromosome Damage Mk. IV

HELIOS CREED - Planet X (1995)

Thee um... Cowboy Shrimp, er... floating around with his six guns in an unnameable dimension gives a pretty fair indication of what's in store for thee listener on "Planet X": An acid-fried journey into the psyche of thee lysergically-inclined Helios Creed. In other words, business as usual. This little opus is a difficult one to accurately assess without repeated listens-- there's very little in the way of verse/chorus/verse song structures to worm their way into yer hapless grey cells. Instead, expect an onslaught of reverbed-to-thee-tits vox, guitars that sound like they're melting in yer earholes... ah fuck it-- let's simply say yer favorite volatile cocktail may enlighten, but ain't necessarily recommended.

For noobs, Mr. Creed is well represented at SLN. Further trips can be taken here, here and here.

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