...and fuck me, if they don't close it in hugely impressive style. Big stage, great sound, awesome light show - the stage, literally, was set for the performance of a lifetime from these guys and gal. Some new songs rub shoulders with the highlights of the SLT back catalogue and Zion owns the stage...well, part of it at least as Vikki Spit couldn't look cooler and the guys watching from her side of the stage lose the ability to blink. Their set is over way too quickly but couldn't really have gone any better. If there were any doubters in attendance then they surely would have been silenced. Awesome."

'Turn up the level!!!!' snarls Lord Zion as he cracks the whip on set opener 'Sex, Drugs & Heavy Metal' and that, as the song goes, is all I ever needed. A big fat rousing "fuck yeah" to that Mr Zion, sir. There's a dash of 70's glam rock, a little of that US glam and a splattering of sleaze as well for good measure on this album...and some 80's pop craft too. But don't be fooled - there is so much more to this album. It is dramatic and grande and why fucking not?

People will no doubt try and pigeon hole this as simply a glam album but there's a lot more going on than that; I've just heard a dash of Adam And The Ants being played with the spirit of Sigue Sigue Sputnik using the Pistols' amps. It's a right jolly mixed bag we have here folks - one minute I think that's a Marilyn Manson drum beat but then I hear a bitchin' riff on Cyndi Rott's axe bleed through my speakers, and that's something that someone like Manson just doesn't have. We have darkness and light, hell 'Dead Girl Walking' mixes The Cramps with this "noughties glam slam" and mighty fine it is too.

I had a tune that I couldn't stop humming for the past week and I couldn't for the life of me think what it was until it came rolling out of the speakers at me; Spit Like This had planted a glam bomb in my head, called it 'Pussywhipped' and cursed it with an electronic intro that twists into some mighty fine axe work once again from Herr Rott. Damn it, I'm not even sure I should be liking this....but I do. 

There is a feeling of twisted theatre about this record and I'm sure Lord Zion intended to wear his influences on his sleeve.....that is if he could be bothered to wear any sleeves. This is a right bitch's brew spread over fourteen tracks and all wrapped up in a lavish package. Spit Like This are a band who are intent and focussed on delivering the real deal so honour that attitude people - don't go and download this, buy it! Go see one of the shows or badger your local HMV or independent shop to stock it. Music is still very much a tactile experience and this is a band that has worked damn hard to produce a product that needs to be seen from the poster and classy artwork. Spit Like This should be massive in 2010 and you can say you were there when they took off.

I took the liberty of getting the low down from Lord Zion on what the album's songs were about and he duly obliged. In a nutshell, we have songs about a rock 'n' roll call to arms, necrophilia, soiled knickers, oral sex....and that's just mentioning a few. I could have reproduced them here but I thought I'd let the listener guess which is which! This is a band that doesn't want to be the next Guns N' Roses or Motley Crue but the first Spit Like This! There are definitely bits and bobs of such rock monsters in this record but it does stand alone and is certainly original. Go check it out before you have to play catch up with the cool, in-the-know set"

NEMESIS TO GO MAY 2009
"Spit Like This - We Won't Hurt You But We Won't Go Away (Cargo)
There's nothing like starting as you mean to go on. Spit Like This open their album with a song called 'Sex, Drugs And Heavy Metal', which lets us know exactly what we're in for. The song is a glam-slam calling card dropped on the mat, a statement of intent that stakes out the band's territory in no uncertain fashion. And if you want to get territorial about it, I'd say the Kingdom Of Spit Like This lies somewhere between AC/DC's Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap and Bangkok Shocks, Saigon Shakes by Hanoi Rocks - but they've probably got a reciprocal trade agreement with the People's Republic Of Punk Rock in there somewhere, too.

Mixing gutsy, unpretentious, glammed-up rock wiith a heathy dose of punk attitude and a very British sense of knockabout humour, Spit Like This certainly don't deal in introspection and sophistication. That stuff is for wimps. They're a loud, trashy, and unashamedly good-time bunch of rockers. They're sussed enough to keep it simple and direct, and as a result We Won't hurt You But We Won't Go Away is like being slapped upside the head with thirteen hefty glam-hammers.

The band drop a dollop of pop suss into the brew, too - check out the mighty neo-Glitter band riff 'n' wallop of 'Heart Theif', and the Suzy Quatro handclaps of 'Trust Your Instincts'. Spit Like This could easily have been chart stars in the glamtastic seventies. You can imagine them mixing it with the likes of Wizzard and The Sweet on Top Of The Pops, matching 'em riff for riff. Mind you, dear old Top Of The Pops would've probably censored 'Down On You', which challenges Frank Zappa in the Rude Rock Song stakes. Meanwhile, 'Sleaze Sells...But Who's Buying?' is one of those boisterous Friday-night-and-I-just-got-paid anthems that'll have 'em moshing when it comes on the jukebox down the Crobar. It's all instant classic stuff, and if there's not much in the way of innovation or self-consciously furrowed-brow boundary pushing here - well, that's missing the point. The Spit Like This agenda is simple: they're here to get rocked. Rock, as I believe the saying has it, On."

POWERPLAY MAGAZiNE - 8 POWERPOINTS
Since their inception many a sexed moon ago, Spit Like This have been all about Playboy love, sex tapes, cigar cuttting, lipstick smearing, pirate styling sleaze rock and making their homemade sound breach more than the streets of London. Well, with recent EP Sleaze Sells...But Who's Buying did just that. Amazon was spitting like this, HMV online was too and many an online rock chart carried the bands name loud and proud. So while the boys and girls make the follow up, they've decided to treat their 'slutz' with a career spanning best of. Scary Tales: The Collection has arrived and has even been banned by Asda. Rock and fucking roll.

The CD itself follows all five previous EPs and even packs on a couple of extra shots for the purists. Asshole (Parts I & II) is a yodelling sex cry which eventually pumps into a fast as fuck punk swagger. Hooked On You is Eurovision meets Ron Jeremy; synth heavy and melody driven with the bands usual stamp of Adam Ant and Johnny Rotten shot through an electro-disco cannon. Trust Your Instincts (2003 and 2005 versions) still carries the now immortal SLT line "Selling used panties on eBay sure is a way to make your living, but its might not be something you should tell your dad about..." with the '05 version getting more vote thanks to its new shiny speed and packaging. 

And thats just it with Spit Like This. They are a band of many beasts. Punk, metal, glam, little bit pop, full on theatre and as the eras roll by, its easier to see the amount of invention that comes out of the bands timeline. Not Dead Yet screams like a punk monster on heroin with its endless barrel roll guitar lines, piercing drum beats and punching vocals. Rebel Lover has always been a favourite of mine and as the hook injected track kicks off the second half of this collection. And it is the stock on the Dragged Kicking And Screaming EP that marks the best for me, it was about the time I started listening to these renegade crew. As Obscene (But Not Heard) and Who Needs You (I Don't) rings through the speakers, its easy for this reviewer to spark into a nostalgic sing-a-long. Hahaha..."If I wanted a date with your mum then don't you think I'd have asked her".

Then onto modern day with Rocky Horror punk tune Trick Or Mistreat, chav basher Gay Man and Playboy playground rhyme Dragged And Kicking In Screaming. The end is one for the fans, Down On You sounds like it's picked straight from the score of a band musical. Maybe West Spit Story, Grease (-y sex) or The Loin King (ok thats awful I know). Someday is the bands original swansong anthem, spat (no pun intended) lyrics on a pulsing bed of instrument noise as the album closes with a couple of live tracks.

Well, I don't know when the next SLT product is going to infiltrate shops. I don't know if the band knows but Scary Tales: The Collection is the perfect intermission

POWERPLAY Magazine April 2006

KALEiDOSCOPE MAGAZiNE
“The latest release from 'The UK's Trashiest Band' SPiT LiKE THiS - which actually went to #1 on the Amazon singles chart on pre-orders alone!  The title track 'Trick Or Mistreat' is a kind of camp Rocky Horror Hallowe'en song, whilst 'Trust Your Instincts' documents the SLT attitude to life, from selling used panties on eBay to Lord Zion offering instructions on how to eat, live and sleep.  The 4th song 'Gay Man' is an Anti-Chav Anthem that you all owe it to yourselves to own!  A twisted Glammy Rock'n'Roll mix of the NY Dolls, Lords of the New Church and The Cramps.  Lord Zion and Vikki Spit are well on the way to becoming the new Lux and Ivy!"

KALEiDOSCOPE MAGAZiNE ISSUE 20 WiNTER 2005/6

"Normally I don’t care too much for biographies as they contain loads of over-the-top references, big marketing-related one-liners, plain idiot name-dropping and stupid crap in general. The irrelevant nonsense I have to read, you wouldn’t believe. 

But, I guess you could see this one coming from a mile away, these of-the-chart wacko Brits, are one of the exceptions to the rule. The story of their conception, the Big Bang as it were, is too hilarious to keep from you. 

Behind door number one we have the über-pervert Lord Zion, who had a leather-and-lace infested vision and wanted to waste no time to fulfill his fantasies and share it with his unsuspecting audience. He sounds like a guy I could become friends with. 

Next up, enter Vikki Spit, an oversexed bass playing vixen, and a hellish deal was made. She sounds like a girl I …hmmm…never mind. The first thing they did to raise some money was taking advantage of some poor twisted guys (and girls) by selling Vikki’s used panties through E-Bay. You can imagine that in no time lots of money was rolling in, so step two of their plan was now in order: start a website, call it “Smell Your Mum” & sell offensive T-shirts & gadgets. That would certainly do the trick they thought & right they were: more money was gathered. By now they had enough dough to release their trash totally independent on CD and one of these little darlings is currently caressing my hearing. 

Look, even if half of the above is true, it still is rock ‘n’ roll to the bone. So what do they sound like, you ask me? Well, kinda like you would expect them to sound: trashy, way over the top, hardcore sleaze to the max. They sport more tattoos than half the population of the American Indian Reservations and don’t make complete asses of themselves handling their instruments. All the songs have a simple don’t-bore-us-get-to-the-chorus setup and that’s really all it takes to get the desired effect: to have you start singing obscenities all through the day, and get away with it. They have my respect, bands like this make rock the colorful way of life it is today. A live size poster of Mrs. Spit can come my way now, thank you very much..." - rockreport.be, "dragged kicking & screaming", october '04

"Spit Like This isn't your typical glam/sleaze band. Sure they have the attitude and aggressiveness, but they aren't afraid to add rarely used sounds to the mix and step outside the genre's usual boundaries. The band claims to play "slutty music 4 slutty people", and that description works for me.

"Rebel Lover" is my favorite track on this three song EP. It is an up-tempo rocker with sophisticated lyrics and a horn section that is applied at all the right times - a very nice addition, and it fits the song perfectly. Vocalist Lord Zion has a very unique voice...

... All in all this is a short but sweet release, and you can hear it for yourself at www.spitlikethis.com. Besides, even if you don't like the music, you can at least spend some time drooling at pictures of bassist Vikki Spit - skid, sleazeroxx, "dragged kicking & screaming"

"i’m reviewing this because it’s the most recent of two fine ep's sent by these mental cases. their promo package is cuter, with an illustrated biog entitled ‘spit like this and the jizz-filled fantasies of a thousand perverts’ with the entertaining tale of how the band earned enough cash to accumulate sufficient gear to become fully workable by vikki selling her used knickers on e-bay.

don’t be frightened by the suggestion they make that we envisage them, before actual listening, as motley crue meets rocky horror show, as only the last part of that pairing is vaguely accurate. they have a sort of glam bop on offer in their opening track which reminds me of a certain antish ability to mix cool, funny lyrics with a guitar/drums assault, and then they go for a stark musical layer effect with ‘vindicated’ where it gets barbarically tense and toxic, only for the introduction of vocals to lessen the impact, and definitely sound metally in tone, before the song ends back with the gritty guitars. the ‘bitter’ song is disappointingly twee, and does have the ring of a musical about it, and then there is brutishly metal pop in ‘not dead yet’ with a scary big rock showstopping finale, unless you count the bonus track which is a chintzy burst of nothing.

the first ep has this same overall feel in that three songs are brilliant, and one sounds like it’s rock opera fare (‘i need a fix’) which is at odds with the fiercely modern rock they have created with reeks of character.

in fact it was the wonderful way they have a rhythm to the playful vocals in ‘asshole’ which immediately impresses. the lyrics are clever in themselves, but the way they ride atop the guitars is superb, as is the frantic stomp. they also gives us dawdling electric blues in ‘beaten road’ and imagine a fetish version of prime time human league and that’s ‘hooked on you’. the only feeble song is ‘fix’ because it is so obvious by comparison.

three fantastic songs per ep is a consistently high rate of exchange. you really will want to hear more." - mick mercer, starvox.net

this review was in italian but we've translated it in red...

"they arrive the spit like this, and you believe to me, a radical change to the music concept has been carried out! (got the spit like this ep and the music has a radical new sound) sounds of the sort could be only conceived from two crazy english: zion, mind and voice of the group and vikki, bassista and secret moglie of satana (vikki is the wife of satan and we're both mad). the slt are resolutions to fuse with the force of metal with the orecchiabili reasons pop, compressing in this already difficult connubio also punk industrial: an eccentric conception of rock, this is the final result (slt fuse metal with the melody of pop adding punk industrial). already from the first trace of the ep, the slt have made me to understand that soon they will take to soccer in culo all the rockettari failed ones with hats caschetto that their pathetic "creations" deal us for music (slt are going to soon be playing soccer stadiums and showing everyone else how pathetic they are). ep the part with "asshole", epico beginning in order then to deflagrate in a riff catastrophic (to 230 bpm!) worthy of best the jourgensen and barker (ministry, lard) (starts off with the epic sounding asshole which soon blows your fucking mind). but the surprise is hardly to the beginning, like not citing "hooked on you" with synth an arrogant pop ' 80 and "beaten road" from i march sapore blues, covered both from crude guitars. the ep their version of the "bohemian rhapsody" is concluded after all with "i need a fix" and the more complete piece (the rest of the tracks are also surprising and fucking awesome with i need a fix being the modern day bohemian rhapsody). a day to the bank of the seed they introduced the metallica one, the duran duran and the zz top; after taken care of a unskilled labor and a good job of mixaggio, first malcapitata it was put pregnant. in 2000 it give birth, today at a distance of two years that child has become a monster from the revolutionary sounds (in 2000 slt was born and, after two years, has become a revolutionary monster - hoorah!!)" - babylon, 'the pop shot!'