At one point Mr. Cook, his sideburns like drapes, roamed the floor on his knees, brushing his sweaty head against people, before insisting that everyone in the room get down there with him, which they did. Surprisingly, the group did manage to find a place to crash for the night. - New York Times

By 2009, Larry and His Flask’s train began gaining steam. The band’s new songs are a blurry blend of lightning-fast string-band picking, gorgeous nods to old-school country, and sublime multi-part harmonies, all presented through a prism of punk chaos. The boys have grown and changed, yes, but their shows are still gloriously physical displays of live music’s sheer power. In other words, keep your eyes peeled, or risk taking the heavy end of Jesse Marshall’s flailing, stand-up bass right between the eyes. - Brooklyn Vegan