I don’t think it’s doing No Sir, I Won’t a disservice by saying that without Crass the band would probably not have existed in this form, given that the influences are not just worn on sleeves but made into huge flags too. The evidence is all there from the use of a statement linked to Crass as its name through to the music which has the same militaristic drums, sinister, plodding bass lines, male/female vocals barking out angry anti-establishment lyrics, and a guitar shrieking away like a Bonfire Night firework. Crass was one of the first punk bands to really help me have a broader world view and via its lyrics I was set on the path of questioning rather than accepting what I was told. No Sir, I Won’t is clearly intent on doing likewise all these years later and this is an outstanding record where rage, bile, and vitriol is at the forefront of what the band does. This isn’t just a full-on Crass homage either as No Sir, I Won’t adds its own identify into the mix with vocals that are less harsh than those of Steve Ignorant, Eve Libertine, and Joy De Vivre whilst also taking a more melodious route at times than Crass ever journeyed along. This is quite the fist-shaking ruckus.
–Rich Cocksedge (Drunken Sailor, drunkensailorrecords.co.uk)