For years we've been hearing the words of warning about how technology will eventually decimate all human life. It's probably not gonna play out the way movies portray it where machines go on a killing spree though.
What is gonna happen is most likely already happening. Phones that are way too smart. Cars that drive themselves. Hamburger being grown in a lab. EDM becoming the latest trend in country music. Never a need to think ever again. The machines have won. They're not going to destroy us with mechanical claws, balls of fire and gigantic meat grinding teeth. They'll just feed us synthetic thoughts til we're all "that kind" of Wal-Mart shoppers.
There are hacks that came be done. Something that fools the machines into not figuring out that there are some short circuits. Indiana's Coneheads may know the code.
Tightly wound bass blurt runs, squiggly guitar chopping and automatic rifle fire drums spit out reports of weirdos from Nowhere, America such as Dow Jones and the Industrials and Devo. A nasally voice robotically translates the data alien English. The information comes in at a ridiculously speed. Blink and you'll miss "Big City Baby" and "1982" f'r instance. Songs such as "Violence" and "I Used To Be A Cheesepuff" break the one minute point rival the Urinals in getting their disturbed point across in such a quick sliver of time. Not to mention that usually any band that covers a Talking Heads song will send me heading in another direction just to get away, the take on "Psycho Killer" here is as if the Tubeway Army got a hold of it (and 10 cups of coffee to to get the mood right.)
Practicing curtness addled with a hyperactivity that may lead things to self destruct, these rumored to be still high school kids have cracks in their video screens. What leaks through those cracks is poison to most but serves as fuel for the Coneheads.
The Conehead releases are very hard to locate but you can cop a download of the Canadian Cone tape here