The Ritchie Whites (from Austin) make me goddamn proud to be a native Texan! They brashly blast an overwhelming roar of psychotic, Bowery-style rock’n’roll trashiness that aurally epitomizes cheap sex, dangerous drugs, and nasty anti-social lawlessness that’s running rampant and wild in the inner city streets of an overcrowded metropolitan nightmare near you. This is lean and mean junkie rock for all of the nocturnal gutter creatures who inhabit the decaying concrete jungles of downtown warzone central where “normal” people wouldn’t even be caught dead in the daylight; a sick’n’sordid soundtrack for pimps, prostitutes, winos, addicts, beggars, thieves, petty criminals, homeless lunatics, and other assorted night-crawlin’ deviants who thrive in an urban world of pestilence, empty promises, disease, decadence, and self-induced misery. Like The Stooges, New York Dolls, and Dead Boys before them, The Ritchie Whites sonically capture the vomit-soaked sleazy essence of the vile and villainous rock’n’roll lifestyle at its most hedonistic, heartbreaking, and hellish. It doesn’t get any more brutally honest than this.
–Roger Moser Jr. (TKO)