ANTiSEEN / LIMECELL SPLIT 7" REVIEWS:
The bad men from North Carolina and Philadelphia romp into two old rock songs from their friends in Britian. First up is ANTiSEEN doing a Kinks cover by the name of "Destroyer." This is a bloodcurdling version that many Kinks fans will come to appreciate for it's unabashed brutality. Turn this 7" over and you stumble upon one of the best things committed to vinyl lately: Limecell covers rthe classic Who song "The Seeker." Fucking great! This rendition cranks up the guitars full volume and Kevin's vocals are so powerful that Mr. Daltry would be wise never to attempt this song again!
—Bruce Roehrs, MRR #236
IF WE CAN'T ROCK, IT'S WAR! REVIEWS:
The Limecell boys and I have quaffed enough beers down over the years to fill the Schuylkill river a few times over. I never have spotted a reviewer yet who didn’t feel happy as a scoutmaster in a boy’s locker room shower to review his buddies’ release. I can back it up when I say that this is a blistering, kick-ass disc worth seeking out. Over the last few months they’ve added a second lead guitarist, Benny, and turned the drum throne over to Eric Perfect; the result is a heavy, heavy sound. Now of course Limecell never did sound like the sort of background music Aunt Mary would book for her sewing circle. They always have been loud and proud. To use a cheesesteak analogy, if Limecell in the past were a Philly cheesesteak, then they’re now a double meat steak!! With extra hot peppers, daddy!! A couple of my fave tunes are the title track, which is a sort of band manifesto and frigging war-whoop; and “Piss Test” which is the final word on the subject as far as I’m concerned. “Get The Bitch To Do It” won’t likely increase the bands popularity amongst feminists. (I hope it doesn’t lead to a couple of the married boys wearing frying pans for caps!) To sum it up, this collection of tunes is like a pretty bouquet of flowers, each song as sweet and lovely as the rest. I’m sure you’ll agree.
—Thee Whiskey Rebel, carbon 14 #19
Given the present global climate, this might be seen as something of an insensitive title. But hey, Limecell probably won't worry about such "minor" issues as this. They're out to attack with a raucous, undiluted hardcore/metal strike. Think early Agnostic Front in a head-on collision with Murphy's Law and Slayer—that's close enough. The fact is Limecell don't go a bundle on concepts such as restraint or intellectual diversity. They go for the throat with a rough house rumble that, it must be said, is compelling. If We can't Rock... is something of a potpourri, dragging together an element of new recordings, reworkings and an Alice Cooper cover. It's fiesty, street-wise and takes no prisoners. And you can't ask for anything more in this genre. So get on rocking with the 'Cell—it's for you own good.
—Malcom Dome, Metal Hammer #95
OK, see, this one has a lyric sheet so now I know what they're singing about and… I still think they blow a good portion of so-called punk bands out of the water. There's more than a few songs on here with lyrics that're gonna piss off more than a few people ("Get The Bitch To Do It") but fuck 'em. This here is some prime punk rock, kiddies. The real shit, mind you, and not that crap that's been all prettied up and made palatable for the masses of spiky-headed numbnuts whose sole interest in punk rock is "the girls." This is loud and ugly and rude and crude and flat out killer. You wanna separate the men from the boys, the punks from the poseurs? Slap this puppy on the player and see who's left in the room when it ends.
—Jimmy Alvarado, Razorcake #4
TO EVIL REVIEWS:
Oh boy, we've got a live one here! In every sense of the word. Recorded at the last night at a place called Nick's in Philadelphia before it was turned into a disco (it sounds like the place was actually destroyed that night rather than hand it over to the enemy), this spews aggression like linda Blair having a revolving head day. Part of the aptly named Confederacy of Scum, Limecell sound like Zeke's retarded cousin trying to pick a fight with Motorhead while offering such delightful ditties as "Crackhooker" and "Roadkill". Buy their record, but don't spill their beers.
—Morat, Kerrang 4/14/01
Blasting off with an absolutely blistering live set, Limecell pull out the stops, devil-don't-care-type shit with all the makings of an all-fucking-mighty rock and roll legend. Because it fucking rocks. Mercilessly. Severely. From the gut. With songs like "Pest," "Just Plain Pissed," and "Drunk Again". Aggressive and pointed commentary provides sharp comic relief and ample proof that they are not fucking around. The CD also includes the original demo, Nine Class A Numbers, an extremely tough gang of songs that waste no time in giving the steady middle finger to many deserving parties.
—Spankzine.com
This band is great, period. If you want pure, unadulterated, tough fucking punk rock, here you go. As usual, live CDs eat the dick, but the quality on this one isn't too shabby. As an extra special bonus, they include their original "9 Class A Numbers" release following the live show. What more could you ask for? Why waste your time cursing yourself for not being at the show when you can attain redemption and forgiveness by getting this?
—Jami Wolf, Hit List vol. 2, #3
