Starts off with great promise, but I found that the style Birch chose to employ here (a sparse one that evokes the dry or etiolated surrounds and environments the poems explore) eventually works against the collection's favour. Yes, it is certainly evocative, but the near complete absence of punctuation sees many of the poems become unnecessarily difficult to interpret (and also for a lot of imagery to be lost as we are unsure, via the other issue of opaque phrasing or enjambment of whether successive lines refer back to an antecedent/prior subject or are merely new). I also think that the enjambment becomes a little too loose in the second half (where certain lines feature inadvertently stilted rhythms/prosodies that are at odds with the tone of the words or where the enjambment can unnecessarily complicate the meaning by overemphasising irrelevant details). There was a gorgeous poem I remember hearing Birch read at a Writer's Festival (all of his poems were gorgeous, and I have to wonder whether it's because his authoritative voice ordered and smoothed out any ambiguities that might be present for a reader who must solely rely on the text).
"Chrome" is a truly excellent pome though ("Waiting for my Father" too) and there's some very interesting passages/poems to be found here (the first half is undeniably the strongest section though, with everything from the Anatomy Contraption chapter being weaker).
6/10.