"As I envelope myself deeper into the merger of psycho-killer wives and disorienting sound, a vision of True Sons of Thunder as a Hawkwind cover band comes to my head. I picture them slugging it out in some swampy, concrete basement as their make-up runs and a Stacia look-a-like gyrates around in a scuba suit. This is probably due to “Killin’ It” and “Drugs in Space”, two tracks that make a valiant effort to float up and meet Dik Mik in heaven but are too weighed down by a bellyful of tranquilizers. Strangely though, the band does not come off like space-aged cavemen on longer tracks like “Jet Set” and “Get A Hold To It” and instead resemble the sludgier bits on The Dicks’ Kill From The Heart."- Tony Rettman

" This is an excitingly cloudy tonic of post-ELECTRIC EELS/FLIPPER/BUTTHOLES party sludge with a paw or two dipped in the honey jar of Southern rawk and the freakier fringe of ’90s garage punk. Plenty of five-minute-plus cuts here, and not much hyper tempo, but unquestioned reserves of energy – and they’re a crack unit, too, swerving all over the road on the likes of “Get A Hold To It” but always sounding on each other’s wavelength."- MRR

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