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March 2006 - Phoenix New Times
Numbers on Napkins
Dirty rotten party punks Numbers on Napkins turn out sex-rock ballsy
enough to take punk back from all the skater church kids who seem
intent on defanging it. Numbers sing about real subtle stuff —
blowjobs, drunkenness and castration top the band’s lyrical platform.
Now, granted, lyrics like “My girlfriend bit my dick off/No more dick
for me/How will I pee?” may not rank up there with something off Let
It Be, but c’mon, it’s punk rock! Playing straight-ahead party punk in
the vein of The Vandals and Screeching Weasel, these guys want
you to get drunk and laid, especially if they can follow suit. And
listening to Numbers will clarify for chick-punk fans everywhere that
real punk rock doesn’t stem from whiny songs about how a girl won’t
return your text messages. Instead, it’s all about middle-finger
attitude. — Casey Lynch
Dirty rotten party punks Numbers on Napkins turn out sex-rock ballsy
enough to take punk back from all the skater church kids who seem
intent on defanging it. Numbers sing about real subtle stuff —
blowjobs, drunkenness and castration top the band’s lyrical platform.
Now, granted, lyrics like “My girlfriend bit my dick off/No more dick
for me/How will I pee?” may not rank up there with something off Let
It Be, but c’mon, it’s punk rock! Playing straight-ahead party punk in
the vein of The Vandals and Screeching Weasel, these guys want
you to get drunk and laid, especially if they can follow suit. And
listening to Numbers will clarify for chick-punk fans everywhere that
real punk rock doesn’t stem from whiny songs about how a girl won’t
return your text messages. Instead, it’s all about middle-finger
attitude. — Casey Lynch
Jan 13, 2005 - Phoenix New Times
Nominated for Best Pop Punk Band and Best Melodic Punk Band
at the upcoming AZ Ska-Punk Awards (February 28, in case you
need time to reserve a safety-pinned tux), the guys in Numbers on
Napkins punch the nerd-pop clock for most of their jocular Waiting
for Tomorrow CD, only really emerging as truly persuasive punks
when they rag on a former member, Jason Coleman, whom they
accuse of fiscal impropriety on "Burning Bridges." Trial bile: "Look
at your reflection/A man who has no friend who pays for drugs and
baby food with money from all the other bands." Tough stuff -- and
Coleman merits another flipped bird in the liner's anti-thanks list,
along with Ralph Nader, "the cheap shot faggot bouncer at Club
Rio," and "Glendale officer Kris Lewis for going out like a chicken
fuck bitch and fucking us over." Since none of them is likely to buy
this CD and read NON's dedication, we thought it was worth
repeating here.
- Serene Dominic
at the upcoming AZ Ska-Punk Awards (February 28, in case you
need time to reserve a safety-pinned tux), the guys in Numbers on
Napkins punch the nerd-pop clock for most of their jocular Waiting
for Tomorrow CD, only really emerging as truly persuasive punks
when they rag on a former member, Jason Coleman, whom they
accuse of fiscal impropriety on "Burning Bridges." Trial bile: "Look
at your reflection/A man who has no friend who pays for drugs and
baby food with money from all the other bands." Tough stuff -- and
Coleman merits another flipped bird in the liner's anti-thanks list,
along with Ralph Nader, "the cheap shot faggot bouncer at Club
Rio," and "Glendale officer Kris Lewis for going out like a chicken
fuck bitch and fucking us over." Since none of them is likely to buy
this CD and read NON's dedication, we thought it was worth
repeating here.
- Serene Dominic
July 2006 - Phoenix New Times
Numbers on Napkins
Quickerdrunkenlouderharder
This CD is like an old, crusty friend who jams safety pins through his
nostril, shaves his pubic hair into an anarchy symbol, and makes
coffee with the water from hot dog packages — it's just so inane and
fun. Let's get something straight about Numbers on Napkins — this
is punk in its most primal form, harking back to the days when punk
rock was about Sid Vicious onstage, bleeding all over a bass that
was never plugged in 'cause he didn't really know how to play it. NoN
is similarly sloppy and obnoxious, but the band's music is a hell of a
lot of fun. The four-piece's raucous diddle ditty "Another Song
Maximum Rock 'N' Roll Won't Like" clocks in at just under two
minutes, but they manage to cram numerous uses of the words
"cock," "faggot," and "fuck" into the first 15 seconds, and then
ridiculously rip off the choruses of rock chart-toppers "It's Still Rock
and Roll to Me" by Billy Joel, "It's Only Rock 'N' Roll (But I Like It)" by
the Rolling Stones, and KISS' "Rock and Roll All Nite." NoN is its
best here — short and snarky. But when the band tries to craft a
radio-friendly pop-punk number about a girl ("Precious Cargo"),
things get horribly bland and sound like a drunken Ataris jam.
Explorations like "The Last Song" aren't too bad, but that's because
the song doesn't sound formulaic — the mix of psychedelic
keyboards, punk guitar, and falsetto vocals produces a unique,
"groovin'-in-the-gutter" sort of feeling. The hidden track at the ass-
end of the CD is interesting, to say the least. It's basically almost five
minutes of impersonations — including Sean Connery and Arnold
Schwarzenegger — that begins with somebody saying, "Numbers
on Napkins — the guys that T-balled my head with their ball sacks.
Their hairy ball sacks!" - Niki D'Andrea
Quickerdrunkenlouderharder
This CD is like an old, crusty friend who jams safety pins through his
nostril, shaves his pubic hair into an anarchy symbol, and makes
coffee with the water from hot dog packages — it's just so inane and
fun. Let's get something straight about Numbers on Napkins — this
is punk in its most primal form, harking back to the days when punk
rock was about Sid Vicious onstage, bleeding all over a bass that
was never plugged in 'cause he didn't really know how to play it. NoN
is similarly sloppy and obnoxious, but the band's music is a hell of a
lot of fun. The four-piece's raucous diddle ditty "Another Song
Maximum Rock 'N' Roll Won't Like" clocks in at just under two
minutes, but they manage to cram numerous uses of the words
"cock," "faggot," and "fuck" into the first 15 seconds, and then
ridiculously rip off the choruses of rock chart-toppers "It's Still Rock
and Roll to Me" by Billy Joel, "It's Only Rock 'N' Roll (But I Like It)" by
the Rolling Stones, and KISS' "Rock and Roll All Nite." NoN is its
best here — short and snarky. But when the band tries to craft a
radio-friendly pop-punk number about a girl ("Precious Cargo"),
things get horribly bland and sound like a drunken Ataris jam.
Explorations like "The Last Song" aren't too bad, but that's because
the song doesn't sound formulaic — the mix of psychedelic
keyboards, punk guitar, and falsetto vocals produces a unique,
"groovin'-in-the-gutter" sort of feeling. The hidden track at the ass-
end of the CD is interesting, to say the least. It's basically almost five
minutes of impersonations — including Sean Connery and Arnold
Schwarzenegger — that begins with somebody saying, "Numbers
on Napkins — the guys that T-balled my head with their ball sacks.
Their hairy ball sacks!" - Niki D'Andrea
CD Baby Reviews (more at: www.cdbaby.com/non)
Numbers On Napkins Deliver a Comical Punch of Punk Rock!
Numbers On Napkins deliver a comical punch with their debut CD
release Waiting for Tomorrow. The album is a good blend of
mostly melodic and sometimes even poppy punk rock. Songs like
"Quit yer job and become a rockstar" and "True Love" have an
almost old school tone, while other tracks like Runaway and
Broken have a mainstream style. The album's tone overall is
humerous and if anything it will bring laughter to a room. A must
have for fans of NOFX and Guttermouth. - Johnny Laundromat
Waiting for Tomorrow gets an A+
After a long wait, Numbers On Napkins their debut full length
"waiting for Tomorrow". I was really looking forward to this CD.
Waiting for Tomorrow has great lyrics about relationships and
heartbreak, and some not so great (however very funny and witty)
lyrics about overwieght women and silicone breasts. My only
complaint was the short run time. Everything else gets an A+! The
CD insert is very impressive and the recording is up to par with
major label bands. Overall the album is very impressive, especially
for a relatively new band. - Weaselette
Numbers On Napkins deliver a comical punch with their debut CD
release Waiting for Tomorrow. The album is a good blend of
mostly melodic and sometimes even poppy punk rock. Songs like
"Quit yer job and become a rockstar" and "True Love" have an
almost old school tone, while other tracks like Runaway and
Broken have a mainstream style. The album's tone overall is
humerous and if anything it will bring laughter to a room. A must
have for fans of NOFX and Guttermouth. - Johnny Laundromat
Waiting for Tomorrow gets an A+
After a long wait, Numbers On Napkins their debut full length
"waiting for Tomorrow". I was really looking forward to this CD.
Waiting for Tomorrow has great lyrics about relationships and
heartbreak, and some not so great (however very funny and witty)
lyrics about overwieght women and silicone breasts. My only
complaint was the short run time. Everything else gets an A+! The
CD insert is very impressive and the recording is up to par with
major label bands. Overall the album is very impressive, especially
for a relatively new band. - Weaselette
October 2006 - Zia Zine
Numbers on Napkins
Quickerdrunkenlouderharder
You've got to admire a punk band that celebrates unapologetic
stadium rock, calls one number “Another Song Maximum Rock 'n'
Roll Won't Like” and then name-checks two of the genre's laziest-
ever anthems (“It's Still Rock and Roll to Me” and “It's Only Rock and
Roll”). This is head and shoulders above NoN's last local
release, and it still sounds unpolished but in an era of gleaming well-
produced nerds masquerading as punks, that's probably a good
thing. They have the good sense to follow a near-wimpy torch song
with “My Girlfriend Bit My D--k Off” and close the proceedings with a
bona fide stadium-rock anthem, the narcissistically funny “TheLast
Song.” Sample boast: “When you're with him tonight, you'll bite your
lip, close your eyes and be thinking of me.” Gene Simmons couldn't
have leered it any better. — Serene Dominic
Quickerdrunkenlouderharder
You've got to admire a punk band that celebrates unapologetic
stadium rock, calls one number “Another Song Maximum Rock 'n'
Roll Won't Like” and then name-checks two of the genre's laziest-
ever anthems (“It's Still Rock and Roll to Me” and “It's Only Rock and
Roll”). This is head and shoulders above NoN's last local
release, and it still sounds unpolished but in an era of gleaming well-
produced nerds masquerading as punks, that's probably a good
thing. They have the good sense to follow a near-wimpy torch song
with “My Girlfriend Bit My D--k Off” and close the proceedings with a
bona fide stadium-rock anthem, the narcissistically funny “TheLast
Song.” Sample boast: “When you're with him tonight, you'll bite your
lip, close your eyes and be thinking of me.” Gene Simmons couldn't
have leered it any better. — Serene Dominic
