“If you don't include the three-eyed-fish-inhabited, film-developing waters of Lake Ontario, then let's face it, Rochester is hopelessly land-locked. But for some reason, this town has an inordinately high number of surf bands. At the top of the pile is RoarShark and its new album "... It Came From Lake Ontario." The album is a wild-wahini, wave-riding collection of surfalicious instrumentals perfect for the next time mom and dad split and don't splurging on a babysitter. There's something for everybody here, including one of my personal favorites, "Apache," originally done by The Shadows. There are a lot of surf clichés — cool as they may be — that RoarShark admirably shies away from. The fearless foursome maintains surf rock's purity without excess reverb and blinding 32nd notes in all the leads. You'll get wet, but you won't drown.”

“Attendees were swept away by the infectious grooves. This all-ages show drew in people who grew up during the birth of Surf Rock, toddlers who galloped around the venue, and everyone in-between. Girls in floral dresses danced in a group. Guys in Hawaiian shirts hung out by the bar. There were even a smattering of teenage punk rockers – which isn’t surprising, because the punk and metal genres were heavily influenced by surf rock.”

“Just replace the ink from a Rorschach test with some saltwater, and visualize surfboards and sharks and sandy beaches instead of the imagined, tell-tale images of hidden psychosis and genitalia, and you've got RoarShark. Or better still, assemble four Rochester rock 'n' rollers into a tight, guitar-driven onslaught. Then add volume, liberal amounts of reverb, a strong back beat, and sit back and watch the aforementioned genitalia (backsides, anyway) boogie to the twang-centric rhythm of crashing waves. RoarShark has played excellent surf rock with a sci-fi, exotic-lounge undertow and a splash of mystical whimsy since it first washed ashore in 2010. Live, it's a no-bullshit affair. Sure, there are fezzes and loud Hawaiian shits, but for the most part it's just guitarists Brian Gemme and Josh Reiner, bassist Neil Bourke, and drummer Gary Yanni, and a few cheap TV sets piled on stage to paint the picture amidst the quartet's modest Fender tweed back line.”

“Though Friday may have been one of the first snow-flurry-filled nights of Rochester's winter season, inside Monty's Krown the musical temperature was anything but low. RoarShark opened up the night with a set of surefire surf rock, filled with that genre-defining wet, splashy reverb and tonal riffs that call to mind everything great about the beach (waves, babes, and sunny days) without forcing you to actually go there and deal with the sand and seaweed. The group forgoes a singer (except for a few screams here and there); this is a guitar world, and by God the guitars are going to rule it. Normally when a band goes without a singer I find that it's hard to latch on to a specific sound, but RoarShark's licks were meaty enough to sink your teeth into. The group's dual lead guitar/bass guitar solo lines easily filled the spotlight.”