The double-K spelling has always bothered me, and the postured, blood-soaked overindulgence on the cover kept this at arm's length. Straight from my now-hometown, these Detroiters bang out fifteen tracks of fast, loud, and fucked psychobilly. Detroit's caliginosity ensorcells their collective maddened mind, spewing forth fertile, bona fide rock with deference to the Damned and early Misfits. Passes muster with the old school crowd—one of the better things I've heard in this vein for quite some time.
–thiringer (PsychobillyUS)