Thuddy, mutoid garage punk that can suck in any positive vibes and effortlessly shit a dump truck of fecal matter on ‘em. Pessimistic, morbid, and broken. With most punk records you can always retain some level of ambivalence towards lyrical content and get what you want out of the music. It doesn’t seem so easy with Black Panties. If you’re not on a nihilistic tear—hell bent on total annihilation—then maybe this record isn’t for you. Yet, if you’re feeling like everything around you is sugar-coated horseshit, and the sun just can’t go down fast enough: Black Panties is waiting.
–Daryl Gussin (Windian)