" 9th or 10th wonder of the world? Bridgeport’s greatest (only) cultural export? History’s most slept-on band? All of the above might well apply to the Bunnybrains, whose staggering, largely unheralded body of work is a gigantic neon YOU BLEW IT sign, flashing on and off in the bedroom windows of gatekeepers and taste-shapers across the globe. Is it a penchant for the sensational that’s caused some observers to dismiss this collective as a not-entirely -serious contender? If so, that’s a goddamn tragedy. That they’ve outlasted inferior competition is not the story in and of itself (though its not a terrible story if you’re writing one). Their oeuvre, however, stacks up awfully well alongside any generational heavyweight you’d care to site (with the possible exception of Francois Botha, who just plain sucks). "