“There’s a lot going on here, but never too much. If Coming Up For Air was a Broadway musical, the crew would be crazy-busy shifting the scenery – but the cool thing about Dirtfoot is, they maintain a definite presence through all sorts of settings.The bottom line: this is the sound of some hellishly-talented players with quirky imaginations having some fun. In the dark. If these guys had been at Woodstock, Wavy Gravy would’ve told the crowd, “Don’t eat the brown acid – but have all the green okra you want.””

“Whether Dirtfoot's energy was planing off as the group enters its eighth year is answered by the album "Coming Up for Air." It snorts and rocks the trough like the guys have been delivered again. The opening line, from their original "I am a man," sets the tone for an album that juggles steel cojones. Seems it was a good idea to bring ReBirth Brass Band up from New Orleans for the sessions. Cut after cut the ReBirth fits Dirtfoot like a sheet metal shank.”

“Artist of the Week Even the quiet moments on ‘Bone Sessions’ push forward that is one part Sunday morning salvation and one fire and hellish rhythm that fills the air like audio brimstone.”

“Dirtfoot ... is a spectacle, a movable party with instruments.”

“Imagine Nick Cave on a bed of rusty nails, the cover of “Gin and Juice” by the Gourds, some old-timey “Dem Bones,” Old Crow Medicine show culture-clash, and that subtle fecal stench of Mr. Bungle skronk sax craziness: let them stew in an oaken barrel for years and out comes Dirtfoot.”

“From laid back odes to liquor and lovers, to foot-stomping sing-a-longs their sound manages to be effortlessly their own. With the abundance of musical acts these days, they are certainly a refreshing alternative. Not to mention, it is almost impossible not to at least... jump up and dance along.”

“Theartistrevolution.com is now showcasing tunes from "Play Voodoo" contest winner Dirtfoot, selected from over 250 bands in Voodoo's talent contest, and set to grace the festival stage's Oct. 26.”

““The fun part for me is some of the Campground Stage bands like Tangleweed or Dirtfoot that nobody had ever heard of. We bring them in and a few 100 people stumble into it, then write a (Web site) thread like, ‘That melted my face.” Brett says.”

“I'll make you the same deal I make everyone, if you can make it through the first song without enjoying it, well, drinks are on me.”

“The dirty little secret of Dirtfoot is audience participation. The dancers grab the band-supplied shakers from the edge of the stage and begin to interpret the music though their walk, their turns, their hair-tossing.”

“A mosaic of sound. The soundtrack to mental collapse. A celebration of noise. This is what the band Dirtfoot is. ”