This is the 7” you roll your eyes at in the record store, the one that’s got four price stickers in the upper right hand corner from the price slowly but surely decreasing. The artwork is bad and the lyrics are bad. I’m not against silly drawings of people shitting and puking, I’m not against repetitive “fuck you”s. I am against a band that has nothing to offer but stale clichés and maybe setting the bar a tad bit lower.
–Rene Navarro (Criminal I.Q.)