Dirty, messy, inspired fukking rokk. Great, great stuff. This is what mixed-up hot girls play on the pirate radio station when they're all pissed off at boys.
(Speedway Randy - Razorcake #28)

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Slithering back up from the sewer grates  for another scattershot of daylight, Black Time wantonly ooze ithier one percenter advocation all over the concrete. The beating of garbage can drums, a Gories guitar sound being recorded as it careens down a drainpipe, opening a can of worms knicked out of the Birthday Party's cupboard...all blaring and elastic and a "tone of voice" which earned them whacks upside the head from parents, cop and teachers.

(Dale Merrill - Smashing Transistors webzine - June 2005)

The fantastically named title cut does not live up to expectations for a band that released the best LP of 2004. It just kind of rambles and shambles without getting much going. The B-Side delivers the Black Time goods though. Although "Police State" was not the Crap Detectors cover I was hoping for, it is a less than sixty second fit of hypno-bass and wailing that segues into the next tune via some static/propaganda spewing. That next song is "Rocket Rumble", a really worthy tune, and perhaps one of their best. Slap-dash punkitude never sounded so good. The whole EP seems sort of obliquely socially aware, with cryptically black and white artwork consisting of flowers and a tiger, and keeps up the distant static-fidelity that made the LP sound so great. Also contains their trademark prosaic ramblings on the back sleeve, which always make for enjoyable reading. Worth getting for the all-too-brief B-Side. Scum stats: 300 copies on black vinyl, 50 copies on limited "White Heat" vinyl

(Rich Kroneiss - Terminal Boredom  webzine - June 2005)