"young guns from Northwest Indiana playing early Dischord Records riffs
the way they should be played; with absolutely no regard for anyone. In a
(literal) state of Neo-Nazis, economic collapse, and no future, these
four teens are writing music that reflects the fact that while some kids
are growing up looking at Facebook and a college education, the land
that America forgot is raising children destined to a steel mill that
will be closing before they are even old enough to drink. No hope, no
future, oi, oi, oi?"
"The NWI scene is on another level to the rest of humanity. Oh yes, it's
going to get weird once you put this shit on. Coneheads are a basement
punk band who have decided to douse themselves in creepy circus riffs,
robot meets alien vocals with science-fiction wackyness. Keep in mind,
it's still punk and damn catchy! Who said weird can't be catchy?
They sound like DOW JONES AND THE INDUSTRIALS on speed or a more manic
DEVO. This would perfectly fit in 1982 but I doubt they were born before
92. Major points for historical awareness! The rhythm barrels along
while solos are interspersed at six second intervals, desperately played
like a blur between a Jerry Lee Richard piano solo and a fevered banjo
picker who lives in an Appalachian cave.
It's hard to find the line between cheap gimmick and true weirdness
sometimes, but this one shows that line with every spin. This band is
highly addictive and leaves you stunned!"
"The Big Throbbin’ Zit's first fit. BZ has spent months and months honing
a craft that the big-city, shitty-kitties can only grasp at, all so
they can deliver to all you true believers the most ragingest,
rockingest, ass-shakingest rekkid sure to drop this year. At least
until their next opus."