"Tell Badcreek’s five members they’re in a Southern rock band, and they won’t grouse much about it. It’s when you classify these Fort Worthians’ music as “Texas Music” that they cringe. Which may seem strange, considering Badcreek’s tuneage rings much more Texan than Southern. Vocalist Eric Waldron’s raw and throaty crooning sounds unmistakably C&W. The same goes for bassist Bobby Nash’s rockabilly bass-walking. Even guitarist Linc Campbell’s grungy picking, despite its rock roots, leans toward countrified. ...[T]his music is not for the wide-eyed. It ultimately saddens. Waldron’s voice is nothing if not aching. Think rainy road-trip music. The only thing keeping Badcreek’s overall sound this side of nihilistic is Campbell’s punkishly upbeat alt-country riffs."

“Frontguy Eric Waldron does indeed have the same deadpan delivery as the Bottle Rockets' Brian Henneman, and the band's sound is more in the messy, feedback-oozing rockaroll mold of Crazy Horse than the more stripped-down manner of many "Americana" purveyors. It's a dense, harmonic-rich sound, with the ringing overtones from the guitars reverberating over the riddim boyzzz' deliberate pace while Riyad interjects occasional Al Kooper-on-Highway 61 Revisited washes into the mix.”

“the Bottle Rockets run in to Marc Ford at Ol'South and give him a ride home while listening to Uncle Tupelo.”

"[S]ome damn solid musicianship in there...punchy, and the vocals emphatic -- proving this band can bring it all together."