Creatively culled from the wreckage of the mid-Connecticut self-destruction of three fine sirs, the Hideous Heads are a force of nature that was autonomously scat across the face of history. They are at once everything, anything, and an insignificant mote burrowed in the memory of a couple dozen people. It all started one day in an art gallery in Collinsville, CT, amidst cartoon paintings of potatoes. There was wine, noise, and money everywhere. Toes were tapping, moustaches were collecting bread crumbs, breasts were heaving, and jobs were being lost. It was the "Wow!" show, and it was a fine old time. Then, two years later, someone got married, someone moved away, and something else happened. And the Hideous Heads were sucked back down into the black blood of time itself. But now, thanks to this glittering new promise of Metropolyptic connectivity, you personally get to be a part of the seething knotwork of the three fine sirs who made it all happen. Bring your own bread crumbs.
released July 1, 1996
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