If you’re hearing this music, you are one of three places: a fucked up junkie warehouse with a practice space, some shit hole where you can smell the urinal from your seat at the bar, or working next to this girl who I used to work with and her GG/Mentors tape has just finished and this is the next thing to come on. Super lo-fi, what I call “Three F’s” punk. The three F’s are of course “fucking,” “fighting,” and... um… “finding and then doing drugs.” Tolerable moments are the Fear and Supercharger covers.
–Steve Stephenson (Die Slaughterhouse)