“Hardcore veterans from L.A. produce in-your-face punk rock. Songs about drinking, rocking, and Charlie’s Angels. “Blues for Jerry” and “Fresh Bruises” pack the most beef. “Budweiser drinking band”. This release puts them well within the pack.”
“DLP is pretty tight, fast as all hell punk rock with some blistering guitar action. "Punk Rock Sleazebag Bastard" sounds like a metal oi song, if you can imagine that.”
“...DEAD LAZLO’S PLACE deal out some high tension and great rough-edged harmonies in “Another Crime Story” and “Waiting For Ammo”...”
"Fuck the drunken sloganeering wanna-be rebels. Fuck the pretty boy hipster ass fags. Fuck the sheep who won't admit to liking something until all their friends do and then copping a "I heard 'em first" attitude. Fuck the jaded, seen-it-all fashion robots. This ain't music, this is war!
"They [DLP] kill it everynight and deliver all the goods; angry, loud, and beautiful."
"Dead Lazlo's Place are a bunch of dudes from Nowheresville, playing music no one cares about in a city full of self-absorbed fuck wads, to a crowd too dumb to know that they have witnessed true genius."
"...then we were treated to an unplugged performance from LA's DLP. Wow! Acoustic Cholo Metal? Who'da thunk?"
"Picture Motorhead and Social Distortion in a back-alley knife fight over girls they stole from the Descendents."
"This ain't your father's rock and roll. Hell, it ain't even your momma's, your brother's, or even yours. This all belongs to Dead Lazlo's Place. Like a biker gang at a baby shower, they've come to wreck havok, cause trouble and have a good time. But don't freak out just yet, they brought beer."