Gods of Music.com | June 2001
By Gary Arthur Brown

Start with lacerations incurred by butting heads with Breeders-esque buzzsaw guitars and contusions from drum-attacks that take me back to the first time I heard "Smells Like Teen Spirit" and forever changed my mind about music. End with the reassurance that there are still at least three females out there making rock music that can kick your ass. I’m bleeding, seriously.

The strongest points of the song are the breaks with all their beautiful vocal harmonies, trumped by their build-ups to exploding choruses. It starts off with the hook, "Your cuckoo," and never lets you think until the distorted wind-up 3 minutes 29 seconds later. Finally, the lyrics are a perfect compliment to this abrading rock monster… "We’re all sluts… every single last one of us is a waste." Damn, this couldn’t be any more perfectly a distillation of everything I loved in the early 90s (beautiful girls with make-up smeared all over their faces in torn sweaters singing about how ugly they feel, too bad I’m a guy)… only refined into something refreshingly unfamiliar, much like the refinement of opium into heroin. Not that this is smack rock. No, sir.

Truly, gals, don’t change a thing. This is pretty damned perfect.