Eight tracks of poison-tipped ladypunk darts aimed directly at your neck. The music is as tight as a noose and the vocals cut like piano wire. This is the pure shit, one hundred percent uncut punk. Fan of The Bags, Avengers, or, recently, the Neighborhood Brats? Then consider yourself a fan of the Foreign Objects and get this record.
–Daryl Gussin (Vinyl Rites)