"NY City, or the megalopolis that Beat poet Ginsberg pointed to as the great Moloch of Amerikkka, just birthed another one of these groups that should better be called "fingers of death", as it emerges from darkness, as the malaise you feel in the throat: WOMAN. Imagine Tex Perkins of the Beasts of Bourbon, copulating with the Grim Reaper, decked out in the mask of Hannibal Lecter, and you get this blues cannibal, you strike a fiery crack of the whip in his face! From memory — save the Birthday Party or the violence of icy Unsane — we have never heard such choking rock, heavy and foaming with the anger of Walpurgis Night, guitar-drone like twisted barbed-wire, lascivious bass and guttural vocals amid corrosive drums . . . "Give me a Woman" belched Lux Interior: his wish is finally fulfilled. The final schism of rock'n'roll in perspective . . . "

- ROCK HARDI (France)