"Fresh from the factory comes the single of The Whiskey Daredevils to cover that disturbs me, I put it on the plate and lechesssssssssss !! !!, guitars are burning without heating and voice begins to mumble “Do not talk to Connie “I look very familiar …. and the album credits! siiii! I meet another old friend of this fanzine when the paper was the only way to capture what a server was concerned musically and there we bumped into Greg Miller of my longed Cowslingers, accompanied by Leo inseparable who also kicked a few scenes with him and now being escorted by two other locos have been wound to these whiskey Daredevils: punk and country, beer and whiskey, cigars and women, snakeskin boots embroidered with pink shirts are fused to perfection in the two subjects of this single, issues off more heat than hell itself seething, with titles like “Please stop hittin Connie” that will infuriate the whole parish rocker strewn planet."