"The End Men take the blues and twist it into a deleted scene from a Tarantino film. Imagine Selma Hayek’s curves atop the bar with a gorgeous yellow snake wrapped around her neck. Cue The End Men. They’re a carnival of churning riffs and thudding rhythms. It’s the soundtrack to your very own cemetery tour..."
"They initially seem to tap into the rich vein of blues-tinged garage rock, only to blow your mind with Matthew Hendershot’s voice, a mixture of gutter punk and carnie. Driving this all is Livia Ranalli, an Italian expat just as comfortable drumming on pavement or with salad forks as on a ‘real’ kit."
"The End Men demand our full attention."
"It’s a real graceful musical fall down a flight of stairs, laughing all the way."
"Holy $#^%$%! Tom Waits meets the White Stripes. [This] stuff is really cool."
"There aren't a lot of self-produced records I get to work on that narrow their focus, steady their aim and hit their target as dead-on as this one from The End Men. You usually get this kind of stuff around the third or fourth record."
“These songs are awesome and have a character of their own. At a time when popular rock and roll seems to have lost the swing gene, I give a big, stinging high five to The End Men for swinging us around by the tail. ♣PR&R ”