Amazon.co.uk Review
In another era, this would have been called grunge. The dirty, fuzzed-down production on
Fuck All Y'All, the third album from this demented Detroit duo (courtesy of Jim "
Dirtbombs" Diamond, the man behind the scene) is absolutely reminiscent of Mudhoney's equally fine debut of fucked-up blues and garage, even down to Thomas Jackson Potter's crazed screaming and signature licks. That's more than mighty fine, though: music this energetic and righteous doesn't appear every year, and the Rooster practices it better than almost anyone: while "This Time" might recall fellow feted duo
The White Stripes in its raw minimalism,
Fuck All Y'All has a brutality and simplicity and sheer full-on excitement most definitely its own. Basically, another solid gold, dyed-in-the-wool garage classic from the label with the most. --
Everett True