Highly recommended.

Holy hell, nobody rips through a set of classic rock loving, delinquent garage punk like Liquor Store does on this LP. Stealing the best drunken moves and fiery guitar riffs from Thin Lizzy, the Dictators, Kiss and Johnny Thunders and The Heartbreakers, Liquor Store are set to rage all night long, as long as you keep flipping In The Garden over and over.

No band since the Dwarves or the New Bomb Turks has been this LOUD, TRASHY, MISANTHROPIC and F*CKING FUN, and that puts Liquor Store right up there with some of the best.

"LIQUOR STORE will save America if everyone can stop posing long enough to give them a chance. The production is fittingly big, the instrumentation full of flash and bang and polished with liberal doses of piano, harmonica, tambo, keys, snaps, claps and more that sound like a million bucks. Lyrically, these tunes have some of the finest poetry written since Andy Shernoff was still on an active roster. The triple guitar assault is devastating, recalling the majestic three gun attack of Molly Hatchet and echoing some of their fine Southern rock moves as well. "Keys to the Face" is the big time anthem here—as tough and tight as leather pants, a mean and mysterious rocker that drives with indelible catchiness. "Big Wheels" is a tale of takin' care of business delivered with a twangy zest and zeal that even BTO couldn't muster. "Pile of Dirt" cribs moves from the good ol Nuge himself, take-no-prisoners guitar action that hasn't been heard since "Stranglehold", combined with the world-beating self-loathing that powered the best of classic punk. "Titty Was Loc'd" is some band of brothers kinda sh!t with the type of spirit that would make The Boss proud. And speaking of The Boss, "Midnight Walker" fits in somewhere between him and the Dead Boys, a modern day "Sonic Reducer" as envisioned from the shores of New Jersey. If anyone has any taste (or a clue) this record should be launching Liquor Store into the music stratosphere." - ARR