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A sexy blend of of near straight riff-duntage, treated vocals, sneering saxophone plus a hard to pin down sideways wiggle that makes the whole thing sound perfectly head-scratching when you listen to it closely.
   - Byron Coley, THE WIRE

They’re back in boogie mode here, replete with honkin’ sax and druggy leer. Mid-tempo Truxian choogle that just gets more and more warped as it speeds to the core. Greasy and unsettling.
   - Doug Mosurak, DUSTED

Another well-smoked slab of glorious "what the fuck?" by visionary caterwaulers of chaos and ex-Chicago blues cruisers, No Doctors. Equal parts backwards boogie and straight skullfucking confusion.
   - Noel Von Harmonson, COMETS ON FIRE