| a sex induced heart attack
"The Baton Rouge, Louisiana, duo Bones work a marvelously demented swampcore-blues-torture sound."
-LA Weekly
"Bones works a sticky, oozing trash-garage wallop that, despite the spare two-man blitzkrieg attack force and fealty to their home state's swampy blues grinds, arcs almost into shadowy Black Sabbath-esque territory, a region fraught with menace, corruption, and who-gives-a-damn abandon."
-Inland Empire Weekly
“The propulsive rock of Bones is covered in Miller's fuzz and the crash of Scott Campbell's cymbals. The duo rolls along on a railroad of blues and stops on a dime. The music is soft while Miller sings his grievances, but then it gets loud and nasty when his steam evaporates…"
-LiveNewOrleans.com
"The White Stripes and the Black Keys might be the most visible incarnations of the two-person band, grinding out sinewy, overdriven blues with minimal instrumentation, but Baton Rouge's Bones is by far the dirtiest."
-Nashville Scene
"Bones comes off like a sex-crazed pit bull broken free of its leash: focused, furious, and practically unstoppable."
-Antigravity Magazine (New Orleans) | 
