Press for Menace:
"dirty, grimy rock and roll with the kind of boozy twang that you associate with dingy biker bars and the smell of cheap beer and and funny and gritty all at the same time....both a howling rage and a resigned bitterness.....even trumps The Boss on 'Dust and Sun'..." Click here for full review
"....I kept wanting to play the first track over and over. Driving balls-out pure bar-scene energy..." Click here for full review

High Bias
"....harpist David Lipkind ripping his way through the din like a surgical strike and guitarist Handsome Jon Burbank driving his riffs into the ground with a jackhammer.....on Menace I Can Lick Any Sonofabitch in the House is virtuous beyond reproach." Click here for full review

Pamphlet Press
"This time out, ICLASITH temper-or more appropriately, accent-their work with southern rock seasoning, but their musings on life, sorrow, joy, and the news of the world remain vital....It is refreshing to hear music this real and honest...." Click here for full review

", sometimes soft, usually aggro, often political swamp rock.....[they] pay homage to good ol' fashioned unironic Southern Rock, and sprinkle the stew with pure, distilled, unapologetic punk anger...."

"....their most reflective album to date, with Mike D’s song writing digging deeper into his troubled soul and enraged heart.....a 12 ton truck plowing through your speakers....." Click here for full review

Reno Gazette-Journal
"...puts the SOBs in a league with its more well-known rock peers..." Click here for full review

San Diego CityBeat
".......[Mike D's voice] can move you to tears, no matter the pitch limits... ....guitarist Jon Burbank assaults every riff and solo as if he’s pounding demons into submission......intrepidly heartfelt and sincere" Click here for full review

Cincinnati CityBeat
"I Can Lick Any Sonofabitch in the House lives up to their name with the amps turned up to a Spinal Tapp-ish 11 or hushed to an acoustic heartbreak." Click here for full review

Denton Record-Chronicle
"...rock ballads, mournful country elegies and angry calls to arms, all of them with a dirty, fierce sound.........over the wall of guitars and drums, David Lipkind’s wailing mouth-harp outbursts stand out more than the typical guitar solo...." Click here for full review

Portland Mercury
"....this is surging, smart, unabashedly lefty country rock that's sort of like Molly Hatchet meets Social Distortion...." Click here for full review

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