Randall Oh god, you’re talking about this German band Egg Idiot. Was unlucky enough to see them last year and I don’t really have the words right now. « Pathetic » comes to mind, though. It felt like someone hard forced a bunch of very depressed looking German adults to read the « egg punk » guidebook and to start the most « egg punk » band ever or something. Why, but why?
Randall Would probably want to see that debate, though. Just once. Before burning it to the ground.
YES! Egg Idiot.
YOLK FOR THE FOLKS!
CNN TOWN HALL
Egg Idiot VS the Lump Grump
moderated by weird punk elder statesman Mr. Blank Dog
lol, I actually did the Bandcamp write-up for that Egg Idiot record as a favor to that label. I didn’t love it, but the music honestly isn’t the worst. The shtick on the other hand 
Egg killed punk
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Where the fuck do the Mcrackins fit into this mess? 
Chad Collins Where the fuck do the Mcrackins fit into this mess?
Or Protes Bengt. They got plenty of songs about eggs
Äggkopp (Egg Cup)
The rest are not available as seperate tracks on Youtbe but they got tracks like Ett Sex-Pack Ägg (A Sixpack Egg), Slicka Mina Ägg (Lick My Eggs), Manglar Som Ägg (Mangles Like Eggs) and the aptly titled Eggs (Ägg)
Pile of Eggs and The Mad are the only good egg bands
Edith Massey was the original egg punk in Pink Flamingos and with Edie & The Eggs
Do we finally have the answer to the age old question of which came first?
Is this proto-eggpunk
Psycho Chicken
God, I'm so invested in this thread. Geza X could be considered ground zero if DEVO is out of the equation.
The glory days when eggs were cheap and disposable
I think this article is kind of interesting if you read it as a psychological portrait. The main thing driving it seems to be the author's insecurity about his image and fear that his current musical project doesn't speak for itself or live up to the lofty ideals he's putting forward. (It does sort of gesture in the direction of maturity, but since it's a pretty shallow indistinct take on TV Personalities etc., it really depends on the listener appreciating that he's doing something more adult than what they might associate him with, put-on aesthetic naivete and all.) "I listen to the Red Krayola now" seems interchangeable with "I don't watch baby stuff like Power Rangers anymore." I also like that it starts with him scolding Snooper, "who should know better," and then ends with, "My friend from Snooper said something really profound, which is that things are real real bad nowadays and art has the responsibility to be important."
I like the internet again
if most of the self branded "egg punk" bands tried to flesh out there songs more they'd probably be even worse
In my very humble and correct opinion, egg punk has jumped the shark, and it's good that people are talking about it. Coneheads rule and will always rule school. Did we expect this sound to be inexhaustible?
A few more key points:
It’s cool and good that people are talking about what makes art good. Not everybody can be right about it, but having any sort of critical lens is the first step to breaking out of our little genre prisons. Hating on dorks can feel good, but in order to do that, you have to hate things, and that’s a waste of attention (mind juice) and creative energy (sex juice).
It’s not just egg punk that’s in the genre prison. We can and should live creative lives without painting by numbers. Inspiration requires a spirit.
Lumpy’s songwriting prescription is besides the point. Good things come from improv and accidents and the release of pure animal id. Blind contour drawing is great for this reason. Glossolalia is True LiberationTM. Working hard on songs can be good too, but the Great Egg/Chain Debate is about product, not process. Lumpy is showing his ass a bit, but whatever ¯_(ツ)_/¯. Let the kids show their asses, I say!
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.
Hm, I dunno, these are just thoughts I had while avoiding my job. I’m gonna go listen to some egg punk now and staple my balls to a box of Twinkies.
