2. World War IX, “Treasure Hunt” from CD? This song describes perfectly some people I know; therefore you are true geniuses, people of WW IX. And your name is most stupid fresh, this is the punkest song of the year.

— Dave from Radon, Razor Cake Magazine, Top Tens of 2006

Once again these non-greenhorns, hailing from the roving pastures of Brooklyn, boldly go where no-one else dares (or simply wants) to go...from the prison scenario on the cover (which I guess is what they mean by The Life) to the teen-porn tribute Pre-Teen Supermodel (Actually a very righteous rant against the whole Jon Benet Ramsey syndrome...(what would Apollo say?!), these slumming splunk monkeys have more punk attitude in their beehives than Jerk White has chins—and you wont catch them playing ukuleles anytime soon nor will you find them making la la lullabies with their girlfriends. There’s something to be said for music that sports nothing but malevolence...from the Stooges to the Meatmen to GG. These guys follow in that grand tradition, and singer Max Strum has readily evoked the snarl of Keith Morris on the earliest Black Flag sides, not to mention that all-time great classic Group Sex by the Circle Jerks. Combine that with the knockdown drag out duncery of The Damned and what you have is a recipe for a lot of drinking and breaking things. Wish it had been vinyl though—the anticlimactic continuity makes it all seem like one song. But either way this is music to suck scabs by.

— Joe Harrington, Kapital Ink, Issue # 3 Spring 2007

World War IX “Locked In” (Elis Eil, www.eliseil.com). Reminding us all that they’re loud and ready to be heard, WWIX return with another “single” to whet our appetites until another full-length comes together. If Black Flag’s Greg Ginn had decided to write a Punk Rock Opera a la Pete Townsend or Ray Davies (though “TV Party” came close), it would have been “The Life.” “Preteen Supermodel” is lecherous dirty old man spiel channeled through the Angry Samoans and/or the Circle Jerks. I once worked with a chef who went to jail for such things. Seriously. (CD)-chuck.foster

World War IX “When A Good Time Turns to Shit” (Elis Eil, www.eliseil.com). While WWIX’s full-length CD, Panic Attack, was really good, this two song “single” (keepin’ it Hardcore, baby!) does a much better job of capturing the raw, live sound of Brooklyn’s finest scumbags. “Intervention,” a song from Panic Attack, is a Jabbers-esque ditty about having all your friends tell you that you’re a drunken asshole—hey, I can relate! The rough recording here gives the song a sharp edge not on the album. “Treasure Hunt,” the “B-side,” is a Damaged-era Black Flag-style serenade to stealing people’s prescription pills when they’re not looking. Never trust a junkie, right? Heh-heh. (CD)-chuck.foster

— Chuck Foster, Under The Volcano #95 (January, 2007)

"When a Good Time Turns to Shit" comics/CD, "Panic Attack" CD, Last In Line For The Gang Bang: The GG Allin Story comic (Elis Eil). Lower East Side punk that's as stupid and rocking as anything in CBGB's abandon gutter. And just in case you had any doubts that these guys LOVED being in a band and playing gloriously dumb punk, guitarist Justin did a comic book where he recounts the delights of playing scummy Bowery dives without irony or weariness...this dude is never happier than when he is rocking a in a loser bar! This is further detailed in the tragic GG comic which starts as a somewhat goofy biography then gets ugly becuase the GG Allin esate is insane, then ends with Justin deciding to abandon being a superfan and becoming a punk rocker proper with a guitar and a dream as he lives his punk life on stage instead of in the pit. GG inspires us in so many ways!!

— Roctober Magazine

You catch that, Gomer Pyle? World War IX! We're skipping III through VIII motherfuckers so get yer boots on! Pardon that outburst. This New York quartet play an old school brand of the punk rock music that is refreshing in its lack of overproduction. "Body Dump" reminds me of vintage TSOL and the song "Hungry for Beer" makes me thirsty for pizza for some reason-Joey Titanium Germ

— Reglar Wiglar

Realrealreal punk rock. This is music to play while you're running away from someone.

— Rob Corddry, The Daily Show

My Musical Life: A Chronology.... "2003: I eat a pot brownie at a World War IX show. Guided by Voices break up. I never touch pot again."

— Rob Corddry in Filter Magazine

Y terminamos este más que revelador y placentero repaso al New York underground con otra grata sorpresa: World War IX. “Treasure Hunt” es un impecable y poderoso corte de adictivas guitarras. No hay duda amigos, Dee Dee, Johnny Y Joey estarían orgullosos de sus paisanos...

—El Beasto Fanzine (Spain) review of Let’s have Some God Damn Fun

I had the opportunity to see WWIX at CBGB, sharing a bill with Good Grief and The Nerve! Their CD can’t even come close to the shear manic-ness of this band. But that should not exclude one from wanting to listen to this wild release, which is manic and fun in its own right. From the opening salvo straight through the last cut, it’s no prisoners. They kill with humor, with song titles like “Thank God it’s Monday”, “Fucked Up All the Time”, and “Hungry For Beer”. They also seem to have a GG Allin fixation, and so covers his “New York City Tonight” pretty kick-ass. Live, I was especially impressed with the prowess of bassist Annick Des Roches, but on this CD, they all easily hold their own. Max Strum’s style is reminiscent of bands like the Mumps, Student Teachers, and Come On. Yeah, I think you should go out and get this old school style punk extravaganza, AND see them live.

—RBF

Tough-sounding debut by what may be New York City’s best straightahead punk band right now…jetbomb rhythms meet total down-and-out attitude in the NY streetwalking cheater way that makes you want to exhume Stiv Bators’ corpse. This is tough stuff, from the guttural CRUNCH of the guitars to the sentiment expressed by such odes du life as ‘Fucked Up All the Time’ and ‘Hungry For Beer.’ Production-wise it’s ace—I want this guy to produce my album (if I ever get around to making one before de bomb goes off). Snarling hate voiced by a rag-taggedy bunch o’outsiders who don’t give a fuck—what could be more affirming in post apocalyptic Amerika? Bombs away, baby, as the Jonestown said (special credit for covering GG’s immortal, NYC Tonite…cool!).

—Joe S. Harrington, Kapital Ink

These single minded miscreants get to you like an eviction notice. With production values similar to to GG’s Black & Blue recordings (don’t worry, that’s good), this is a double A sided doozer sure to make you give up your safe comfy job and take up a career as a pickpocket: “Intervention” is about a party going out of bounds faster than you can say “here comes Lebares armed with a 50 gallon drum of chicken fat’ and “Treasure Hunt” is about JUST THAT! Mainly the typical party prank of fleecing a house of all known DRUGS when you are a guest in it. More fun than going without underwear…just watch out when the fuckin’ cops pull you over.

—Joe S. Harrington, Kapital Ink

Looking for a no-nonsense, no frills garage punk rock band? Check out the 11-track endeavor from World War IX, whose brand of nervous punk rock has a discernible old school gloss. Tracks like the opener “Thank God It’s Monday” echo a common theme over a jumpy beat, while the groovy bass in “Body Dump” has a Misfits feel. Harkening back to the days when punk rock was dirty and unrepentant, PANIC ATTACK is ripe with attitude, from the invigorating title track to the GG Allin cover “NYC Tonight”. Frenzied without being overpowering, World War IX’s latest collection is worth it for the people that still incessantly spin their Buzzcocks and Black Flag albums.

—Mike SOS, EarCandy Magazine

From the scum-laden, misanthropic streets of New York City come four upstarts called World War IX. Their goal? To get "fucked up all the time" as their song blatantly states. Their music is reminiscent of the negative Hate Pop of the Jabbers, only with better songwriting and a few more brain cells. I plan to listen to this CD and lose a few brain cells of my own.

—Chuck Foster, Under The Volcano

WWIX (that’s a lotta wars) is a Brooklyn based punk rock band featuring a guitarist and (kinda JR Williams-ish) comic artist by name of Justin Melkmann, and his (presumably) funky bunch of friends. What is cool, it turns out, about having a cartoonist in the band is that he can draw pictures of what each song is about. And as far as I can tell, all of ‘em are about drinking, except for the ones about murder, and the GG Allin cover (“NYC Tonight”), which is, of course, about both. Their sound has a decidedly retro ’77 flavor to it; they sound a LOT like the Buzzcocks and a little like EATER and the maybe the Jam. The songs on the aptly named “Panic Attack” are jumpy and fast, and they sound like a way too-crowded, way too-druggy night at CBGB’s. As you may or may not know, bands from places like New Zealand or Scotland that play nervous pogo-rock like this are often proclaimed to be geniuses – or at least “hot” – by neo-hipster newsstand rags, so perhaps a similar kindness will be bestowed upon our Noo Yawk pals here. Either way, if you are currently wearing a leather jacket and have a handful of pills in one of the pockets, then chances are you’ll dig this.

— Sleazegrinder

Get ready for WORLD WAR 9 “Panic Attack”, garbage punk for all you wasted drunks, hardcore nuts and misfit sluts. Sick, slick and scary these guys are on to something, or on something — either way this shit friggin rocks!

— Starr Tucker, New York Waste

I know 'em all. The hardest working bands. The ones who sit home and practice for hours. Perfect ears. Perfect pitch. Nimble fingers that touch exactly the right notes at exactly the right time. Vocalists who can hold a note, bend it, play with it and then let it out to ring true and exact. They tour 50 weeks a year. City to city. Honing their skills with each performance. Real professionals. They make me sick.

Thank GG that WWIX is none of that. Drunk, sloppy and as much fun and as out of place — as an erection on Yom Kippur. Loud, obnoxious, WWIX could be you or me, but we don't have the balls, or the musical chops. G-d bless 'em, they got the power to make you into a burbling fan.

WWIX is my favorite New York band. Watching them is like being ninth on line in a gangbang. You get excited watching everyone else enjoy themselves so much. When it’s finally your turn, you immediately know what turned on the others. Rollicking fun, WWIX.

A WWIX CD is the next best thing to being there. Like those secret bedroom videotapes,it'll let you relive the joy and pain of a live show. Or, like someone else's secret bedroom videotapes, it'll let you come close to the experience, and then come again.

Not hearing, seeing, tasting, WWIX is like dying without ever having had a blowjob. Is there anything more tragic?

— Mykel Board, Maximum Rock and Roll

WWIX is fueled by intelligence and insubordination. WWIX’s freshman effort is populated with dating and endless analysis, drinking and hang-overs, creepy corporate war stories and other dead-end stop-gap survival tales. In all cases, the city is the backdrop, the blood, and the excrement of this thoughtful and assertive operation. The result is a distinctly urban testimonial—a montage of fashion, self-destruction, puking, implied belligerence, and neat urbanity. In this light, WWIX is a little like a drunken orangutan with a NYC teaching license—delivering a careful message, but all too happy to tear off your arms and beat you with them. The writing and playing on Panic Attack (2004) are good. The band lines up eleven original tunes (I think they are all original) and delivers a concentrated dose of tongue-in-cheek wit, straight forward power tunes, and even the cleverly concealed—though heavily predisposed—pop tune (I Like You). With its bouncy and melodic bass lines, chainsaw guitars, “ahead-on-the-beat drums”, and dead-pan vocal drops, Panic Attack (2004) WWIX is totally digable.

— Al Constant

I know an awesome teacher at Zoni Manhattan. His name is Max, a punk vocalist! He also teaches Business English. It seems so interesting doesn't it? I went to his show on June 4th at Otto's Shrunken Head. It is a lovely bar in the East Village.

On that day, the bar was filled with a lot of his fans. This was the first time for me seeing his band, but I fell in love with this band in 10 minutes. Their music was laudable, easy and tight. I believe these are very important requirements of music. Their songs are about daily life and media so everybody can enjoy it. I especially like one song called “I Like You.” This song is for Max's girlfriend.

Also, his way of talking was so nice and funny, because sometimes he spoke like a teacher. All of the audience enjoyed his show, including me. He likes to communicate with people and is really good at it. Therefore, he is as great a teacher as a bandman. He said he sings just for fun, but I think this band has the power to make people happy. Now I can't wait to get their first album, Panic Attack!

— Akiko Nagashima, Akiko's Music Box, Zoni Voice

World War IX hail from New York City and have just released this, their debut album. It's old-school punk in every sense. The overwhelming influence here is the Buzzcocks and the Ramones. To do a breakdown of each song would be pointless as this is a CD you'll wanna listen to all the way through to hear the energy of everything….it's always great to get your ear bent by bands who genuinely sound like they're having fun. A solid effort for their first time out.

— Horrorwoodbabbleon.com

When world peace is achieved, the final war may well be waged on boredom. If so, then World War IX has already one the first battle with its album Panic Attack. Though often used as insults, the words drunk, sloppy, loud and obnoxious are taken as compliments when applied to punk rock. WWIX takes the sound back to its inebriated origins with bands like the Sex Pistols. While other so-called punk banks are writing songs, WWIX writes anthems. From the first track on Panic Attack, Thank God It’s Monday, WWIX establishes its anti-disestablishment creed and carries it throughout the entire CD with tracks like Body Dump, Hungry For Beer and Level 10. This fun album will go down smooth and fast like chugging a six-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon.

— Switch Magazine