“Imagine if Frank Black was suddenly possessed by the ghost of G. G. Allin with ADT syndrome, and you’d be close to describing the sonic assault unleashed by this band."- Subba Cultcha

“Really loud-ass, arena- ready psyche n’ rollers, with big greasy dollops of punk and hard rock, sprinkled liberally with free jazz, country, fucked-up backwards blooze, and tweakedout bits of random weirdness…sleazy fucked-up dope rock, with lyrics about murder and mayhem and weird sex… like Seattle flannel-glam with better drugs! Like Jane's Addiction, only not so fuckin’ gay!” - SleazeGrinder