Album Review: Simple 1 by Chilo – A Hidden Gem from ‘95 That Still Kicks
Alright, let’s talk about Simple 1 by Chilo. Released in 1995 under the Goodbye Virginia label, this indie rock gem is like that one friend who shows up uninvited but ends up being the life of the party. It's raw, it’s real, and honestly? It doesn’t try too hard—which makes it all the more charming.
The album kicks off with “Untitled,” which, yeah, super creative name there, guys. But don’t let the lack of effort in naming fool you—this track slaps. The opening riff hits you like a caffeine jolt on a Monday morning, all crunchy guitars and swagger. There’s something oddly satisfying about how they just let the song breathe without overloading it with unnecessary tricks. Like, good job, Chilo. You didn’t ruin it with extra fluff. It’s memorable because it feels like a happy accident—a tune you’d crank up while driving nowhere in particular.
Then there’s “Simple..” (with two dots at the end, apparently). This one sticks out for its laid-back vibe that somehow still manages to punch you right in the feels. Maybe it’s the way the vocals sound like they were recorded through an old phone receiver, or maybe it’s the lazy drumbeat that sounds like someone tapping on their steering wheel during rush hour. Whatever it is, it works. I mean, I’ve hummed this thing while waiting in line at the grocery store more times than I care to admit.
What makes Simple 1 stand out isn’t flashy production or some groundbreaking reinvention of rock—it’s the honesty. These songs feel like they were written late at night when everyone else was asleep, just vibes spilled onto paper. And sure, not every track will blow your mind, but isn’t that kinda the point? Sometimes simplicity is genius.
So here’s my hot take: If you’re looking for music that feels like hanging out with your coolest, slightly awkward cousin, give Simple 1 a spin. Oh, and fun fact—Chilo probably spent more time thinking about the artwork than the track titles. Classic ‘90s move.
Final thought: Listening to this album feels like finding $20 in an old jacket pocket. Unexpected, kinda rough around the edges, but hey, it gets the job done.
