The Feelers are like going to a really good show, a strong bill. The first bands are pretty darn good. Good enough to sway along to, not mock, and itís a pleasant, if not mind-blowing, evening. The bands are as good, or better, than the drinks youíre drinking. Then The Feelers come on, and itís like someone tripped a booby trap. The chaos is precise, itís directed right at the audienceóall from above, out of nowhere, in an ambushóand all the songs are filled with lethal intent, delivered with certainty of muscle. Even if this 7Ēs is less vicious than the previous one on Contaminated, holy hell, if itís not as great and still going directly for all the softest parts of the listenersí bodies. Iím pleased as punch to find strains of hardcore and non-fancy garage snaking around the same stick again, biting from both sides. Supercharger and The Fix fans, hold hands against the enemy of complacency!
–Todd Taylor (Bachelor)