This is wondrously wild distorted audial depravation at its most mindwarping and disruptive best. Dollicious are clamorously comparable to a cranked-to-the-max over-amped Who frantically fronted by Theo Lunachick (and toss in the occasional spooky strains of a theremin's wavy-gravy eeriness for added incendiary effect). Man, this is deliciously decadent, aurally belligerent, and nefariously noisy beyond belief... I've repeatedly rotated it until I can no longer hear myself think (it's that damn addictive, folks!). Please, Dollicious, tell me there's gonna be more...
–Roger Moser Jr. (Get Hip, PO Box 666, Canonsburg, PA 15317;