VOLUNTEERS REVIEWS
"Spectrophilia raises the bar for classic rock in the new millennium; now the band just has to get somebody to notice."
- Jim Testa - JerseyBeat.com
"Lyrical and visual detail continue The Volunteers' occupation of some liminal space between sophomoric satire and talented homage." - Jon - MyCrazyMusicBlog.com
"Sincere moments are sparsely strewn between gravelly expressions of booze adulation. The Volunteers occupy an interesting space between idealized maturity and recklessness. They are a worthwhile slice of New York Americana." -
FrederickFoxtrott.com
"Spectrophilia explodes with energy, fervor, and delightfully sophmoric lyrics." - Eliza Czander - QuietColor.com
"The Volunteers' self-released, self-titled album serves up sleazy, indisputably wrong scuzz-rock along the lines of the album-opener "Whore., which demands to know, "Whatever happened to sex and drugs? / I don't give a fuck about rock 'n' roll." The band's sensitive side comes out in "Homos," a mini-essay on evolution and political correctness, while "Blanket Of Drugs" is softly, sweetly pro-narcotic." - Noel Murray - The Onion
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