“New Yorkers Pussy Galore are yet another one of those groups who induce much knicker-wetting and can do no wrong. Tight-edged buzz thrash scratch metal on metal…the kids trash up the garage while pop’s at the office.
Bob Bert bashes a Cadillac and Jon Spencer’s long drawn-out drawl of the “f” and “c” words is at the forefront of each sweaty, adolescent mind and by tradition, the customary, predominantly male, audience grabs its sappy crotch and flings itself into bum-fluff, ass-gripping contact. The mental groove has a message: rock out heavy f***in’ killer, keep playin’, keep hatin’.” – Jacqueline Hart / Melody Maker