"The band built up an impressive piece of music, going from a fistfight swing into funky cacophony and back again. (The) bass was muscular and bruising, the horns nagged, then suddenly the improvised music opened out to a serene clearing, a harmonious G-sharp, until Holmes skritched a dissonant melody line on his electric guitar. Soon the sounds morphed into a dixieland reggae skank ...and then it all petered out."- Ken Mauri