"This is a great example of the dark, noisy swamp-rock that’s been brooding in the bowels of southern Ontario recently. It’s almost as if the Soupcans and METZ had drunk sex and spawned a whole litter of bands that have deep roots in bleak, early post-punk nihilism and the hook-driven clamour of grunge and shoegaze. Das Rad get physical with their tough fuzz-pysch, sounding like MBV going minimal because they’re playing our back alley party, and if the cops come, we’ll all have to take off quick. Hussy brings the sleaze, the weed and a rare tape of Kurt Cobain (made after the faked suicide, living in hiding) covering Warsaw. This is the sound of 2013, or the end of the world, whatever comes first."