Nathan Loud So much of the egg punk over-saturation coincided with our Age of Over-Saturation. There’s too much of everything. Maybe it seems worse with egg punk because it’s fairly one-dimensional.
Egg punk's issue isn’t merely oversaturation, but the way it happened. It wasn’t so much that too many bands emerged, but that they all ended up sounding the same. The outsider spirit that once made it fresh and unpredictable has been flattened into an endless series of clichés. As a result, what began as a spontaneous movement has turned into a codified aesthetic—and when a style stops evolving, it ages rapidly.
Perhaps I’m over-analyzing a genre that, in the end, sounds like an alien short-circuiting on a drum machine. Regardless, the Coneheads remain the best.