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

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