Decidedly not conformists, the Conformists come on like the Shaggs confusing their Unsane and Don Caballero covers, all wacked rhythms and dissonance and weird chords. It’s like watching a goddamn Rain Man recite the first three hundred prime numbers: there’s order there, but damned if you or I would ever see it. One loopy nugget of fuggetty fugget.
–doug (Collective)