eMusic Review
If there's a patron saint of AmRep's raging clamor, it's probably Creed, the founder of seminal proto-pysch-punks Chrome and a man who never met a pedal he didn't want to stomp. And it's not quite that his solo albums are interchangeable — it's that few save for hardcore fans can discern the changes from set to set. (Uh, yeah, that's the ticket.) Until Creed's 1989 salvo Boxing the Clown, with drumming from Scratch Acid/Rapeman legend Rey Washam, is made available, Kiss is not a bad place to start: tight, consistent songwriting (though we use the term loosely), Creed's signature distorted vocals and storm clouds of impossibly processed, psychedelic guitar/synth buzz. Fans of trippier anti-structures should go with the earlier album Lactating Purple.