“The Coathangers' debut is a swift, steel-capped kick in the teeth.” - Spin.com

“This Atlanta quartet is part of a proud heritage of Southern new wave like the B-52's and Pylon, with batcave keyboards, rock lobster guitars, and tons of heart-feasting vocals.” - Pitchforkmedia.com

“I don't know if any band has more fun onstage than they do, what with all the trading of instruments, wearing of wigs and singing of tunes like 'Nestle in My Boobies' and 'Don't Touch My Sh--'.” - MTV.com

“'Don't Touch My Shit' is the jam. When the singer shrieks, “Don't touch my SHIIIIIIIIIIT!” it really makes you not want to touch her shit.” - Vice

“Simple, powerful punk-rock party anthems infused with giddy, girly energy that sways between juvenilia and avant-garde primitivism.” - Creative Loafing

“…a joyously lobbed spitwad of sexy screeches and scratches. It isn't all punky abandon, though. 'Wreckless Boy' brushes up on vintage Rough Trade dubbiness before bursting into a pep-rally chorus. 'Bloody Shirt' tickles tenderly. And 'Nestle In My Bobbies' is a Casio-stabbed sleaze anthem that Gravy Train!!!! would be proud to call its own.” - The Onion

“Their music has great merit that lies in the sense of fun and camaraderie that their songs portray.” - Southeast Performer

“…simple punk-rock songs that are fun, catchy, vulgar and perverse… simply it’s awesome.” - The Yellow Stereo