POV: its 1984 Your Walkman is chewing through AA batteries like candy, but you don’t care because “No limit” is on repeat

No Limit

Chrome Firebird was born from the ashes of a forgotten future.

In a parallel 1986 that never made it past the cutting room floor, a prototype vehicle—codenamed Firebird—was designed to outrun government satellites and time itself. But it disappeared before the first test drive. No records, no recovery. Just rumors.

Decades later, a distorted signal crackled through analog airwaves. It wasn’t a message. It was music—dripping with synths, laced with distortion, echoing with the heartbeat of a machine that remembered too much.

Chrome Firebird is the sonic resurrection of that myth: high-speed escape anthems, midnight-drive ballads, and corrupted memories rendered in stereo. It’s a sound that lives between arcade screens and VHS static—part dream, part danger, all fire.

This isn’t retro.
This is reclamation.

Midwest Gremlin 

@44_swords on insta 

operation.44.swords@gmail.com
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DJ // Producer Duo
nonchalant.music.ofc@gmail.com