It’s a tough gig to bring the message and the party at the same time, but Facials does it with fuckin’ style! One part righteous lady/queer punk like something Rumbletowne would release, one part Chicago garage rock with keys like something Shit Sandwich would release, all with an early SF proto-punk element. Eleven tracks that get down into the nitty gritty of urban, counter-culture life, but unafraid to throw a little humor into the mix. Wrap it all up with a four-and-a-half minute-long ballad about Patty Hearst, and you have one killer record. Definitely track this one down.
–Daryl Gussin (Chaos Rurale, chaosrurale.com)