The band was disarmingly honest in their chat with us on why they don't care about being cool, the journey of growing older and how they found a way to make music fun again."
Enough earthshaking riffs and anthemic bluster to fatten the entire fifth grade at the School of Rock . . . the perfect roof-down joyride for backstreet summertime slumming."
Pitchfork, 2007 (track review of "The Simp")
It's filthy, oily lounge glam with nods to the Bee Gees, Queen, and CCR popping up exactly where they shouldn't, and the boys drive home the whole arch monstrosity with gut-wrenching sincerity.”
There's a risk that comes with wryness. Go too far and you're in the company of Weird Al Yankovic. Chicago's Baby Teeth escape such a fate by a delightfully thin margin.”