"In staccato scenes inspired by punk anthems, Moss captures the clammy intensity of adolescent bonding: arousal by contraband porn; battles over band names; preening in search of authenticity... [It's] political satire meets Pee-wee's Playhouse."
Jacob Gallagher-Ross, Village Voice
"In scenes as rat-a-tat as a Ramones track, the [characters] battle over band names, experience their first porn and hero-worship their local idol... Did we mention this all takes place on roller skates?... Moss finally provides Mickey with an explicit lesson we can only wish we'd been gifted with."
Kris Vire, Time Out Chicago (5 Star Review)
"A funny, sad, all-too-true coming-of-age tale... Moss' script is dead-on..."
Hedy Weiss, Chicago Sun-Times
"...an exciting, ferocious new play, transcending its subjects of punk, the 80s, and adolescence to form a kind of intense and meaningful fever dream, an ode to individuality... Moss's work, like adolescence, like the 80s, hides beneath its surface violent truths on the verge of ripping the comforting fabric of childhood asunder."
Max Rosen, NEWTHEATERCORPS
"...an incredibly funny play, with dialogue that runs between witty banter and insults of a Beavis and Butthead nature...and some of the worst and best names of nonexistent punk bands you've never heard of... But the most impressive feat lies in the final scenes of the play, which explore the real ideology of punk music, as opposed to its mere fashion, and actually manage to make it seem relevant again."
Monica Westin, New City Stage
"A dizzying display of testosterone talent."
Van Loan, NYConstage.org
"Fun, insightful, and jagged around the edges...like that ratty Sex Pistols shirt my friend wore out in high school, I'm guessing the rips were put there on purpose... Moss's script is full of brilliant dialogue... Bullies, the mysteries of sex, and the tricky negotiations of teen friendship are all paraded out in weird, unexpected, and funny ways."
Heather Lee Rogers, nytheatre.com