“few Dallas bands that will make you so happy to have that ringing sensation in your ears as The Phuss.”
"Their devil-may-care, go eff yourself disposition was alluring: Fleming screamed into the microphone with undeniable energy and attitude that demanded the audience to sit up and take notice of The Phuss. And how could you not?"
"To some degree, the mystique of rock and roll has always been about frightening the stuffed shirts. Dallas’s The Phuss recovers some of that spirit of iconoclasm. They are, delightfully, everything the prigs and parsons fear: an animal of reckless temperament, a beautifully destructive sound".
"Pack quite the alt-rock wallop, as power chords and Neanderthal drumming are the order of the day".