"COA mixes Angry Samoans and Mr. T Experience to form their own catchy but not smooth, mostly funny but sometimes even clever hook laden punk rock. Good work!" Maximumrocknroll
"COA is better than Merle Haggard shooting silly string at Black Sabbath on tour in 1983. I tell you...here¹s where punk does reside in all its glory. Good punk, about coffee and beer, not that political mess or poopy pop glunk from the west-coast poop squad. Canada reminds us that singing and dancing are not lost arts. And if JFA were alive today, they¹d sure pick their noses and bite a glue gun." Food Fortunata, Rotating Chicken Book
"Stupid and snotty Punk for kids who still consider it fun to squeeze into a dirty basement to see a band play. A few basic chords and vocals that are almost on-key make these songs ideal for late night cuddling with a case of Pabst." Mark M.(of MRR) at listen.coM
"You're definitely not going to see this lot on Mtv anytime soon. Nasty." Getting Narkier
"don’t know about you but we find it damned hard to resist a band whose members go by the names of nib, hairy and nipples, of course we suspect that they aren’t the names on their passports if indeed they possess passports because having heard these snot nosed cuties we wouldn’t be too surprised to hear that this lot are under some kind of state controlled curfew. They hail from Ontario by all accounts have been around now for the best part of two decades no doubt scaring and amusing the bejezus out of record punters with their riotous revelry. And why not we ask. In short Chachi on Acid dish out a frantic line in brain damaged tastiness, fuzzy, trashy sometimes stupid often inept never dull, a bit like the Dwarves but without the sticky bits and obviously schooled in all things second wave UK punk / early 80’s east coast hardcore and happily pilfering riffs previously owned at one time by Bators and Thunders, stuff like ’everybody I know is an asshole’ and ‘I wanna be an alcoholic’ (even with its squeaky toy sounds) are instant spew venting pogo pounding shit faced anthems while ’resurrection cemetery’ breaks from the well oiled formula and veers towards a seriously freaked species of chord serrating metal that’d make Ozzy cack his pants, mind you best moment in our view is the daft and demented ‘speed city radio’ a kinda of Bad Brains lamping the crap out of the Beastie Boys type thing just wait till you hear the beer swilled and hiccupping chorus harmonies though that’ll be a strange take on the description harmonies sounds to us like Tarzan choking on a t-bone - priceless."