The band members have a long history in the LA Punk scene, Tony was a founding member of the Adolecents, Abandoned, and the Flower Leperds; Bruce a member of 45 Grave, Twisted Roots, Bug Lamp, Jeff Dahl Group, and Jesters of Destiny; George a founding member of Sacred Hatred and Bonecrusher; Mike a founding member of Flipside Magazine and Pasadena darlings Crome-Moly Violets (the rest of whom are now in The Urinals). Collectively they have released more than 50 albums. With a sound forged in punk but delivered as full-tilt, high energy rock and roll, the Adz burn through a few musical borders like never before on American Steel, their sixth full-length release. They'll also be hitting the road in support of the CD - look for them on the West Coast this summer and fall.

No nonsense, unsafe and enjoyable unsavory set of one hard rocker after another from this longtime SoCal outfit. Righteous references to heroes and inspirations abound: "Godzilla Stomping Rock & Roll" goes toe to toe with Handsome Dick's mob and "Momma Married A Mau-Mau" has some historical and hysterical het tips to other LA punk vets. Then there's "Just Like Dylan And The Hawks Blues" which in three furious minutes encapsulates the fuck-you attitude of '66 Zimmerman as accurately as any hundred windy pages of sub-Greil Marcus tedium ever could. All this and more, including a Turbonegro cover.
—MLH, Shredding Paper #15

The kids are out of the black hole once again; Tony, a guy known by many last names is back with the ADZ crew and a killer new record of pure punk and rock & roll. You can still hear that classic OC punk sound with a more rock beat, like Electric Frankenstein or Jeff Dahl Band. Everyone knows Tony is the also the singer for one of the greatest bands ever, the Adolescents, whose music and feel is still loud and clear in ADZ. But here you get a more grown-up sound that has the same great melodies and punk beats as the Adolescents with a more r&r heart. ADZ are still a favorite here in Toxicville.
—Toxic Flyer #34

Title sums it up nicely — “American Steel,” or this discontented, pure bred, fast and easy Rock n’ Roll animal roaming wherever the fuck it wants. Driven by three chords, a taste for blood, and a kick in the balls, their sixth record probably sounds much like their first—face it, there’s nowhere to go (“Vertigo? Vertigo-go…” sorry, couldn’t help it, the tune just stands out, and I hope I don’t find out why!). For those who took the pledge from day one, it’s in yer blood and you either play it or you don’t; it’s hell bent and self-destructive, Stooges-centered, off-centered, “Rocket to Russia” underground thunder rehash, hash-pipe, get a little crazy, look cool, cop a Stones’ riff, swear, sweat, and sting the motherfuckin’ bass for extra payload, and give ya a rollin’ tumblin’ Rock n’ Roll monster truck ready to roll over the satellites from Georgia or whatever other shirt collared, short panted sorry assed sucker that wags a finger at ‘em for quitting their day jobs at the mill. “American Steel’s” fourteen tracks are factory bred fist pounders built on a Chevy Nova frame and frayed fuzz tones with a rebel yell, slick fingers, cheap thrills, licks and Turbonegro cover, with no great desire to change the world or their underwear. These guys got the goods, even if they ain’t got a dime to their name.
—Vinnie Apicella, Music-Reviewer.com