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b'\\u201cIf you loved the vulnerable songwriting soul of Johnny Thunders, but not his armies of silly, clownish\\xa0imitators, with their jack-off hammer-on solos and Nikki Sixx hair-do\\u2019s, and compulsory, make-believe, drug-problems, NEW YORK JUNK are still makin\\u2019 the style of raunchy, thoughtful, raucous, gutter punk, with real emotions, that we always duff our crumpled, pink fedoras to. If you prefer Iggy and Lou Reed To Adam Bomb and Vinnie Vincent, Joe Sztabnik is your main-man. Others may have puffs of pink smoke and purple polka dotted blouses. NEW YORK JUNK got soul, perspective, honesty, a point of view. Joe Sztabnik may have been friends with all the good ole geezers of The Lower East Side\\u2019s Past, but what makes him special, in addition to his outstanding musicianship; he\\u2019s a bastion of guitar, is that he\\u2019s his own dude. He\\u2019s a sovereign, authentic, unflinching storyteller, clearly reveling in a hard-earned sense of freedom. His songs possess a survivor\\u2019s depth and maturity that the die young crowd never got to achieve.\\n\\n\\n\\tNEW YORK JUNK are doing it their way, sayin\\u2019 their own thing, and that\\u2019s so rare, with all the gimmicky joke bands and sarcastic social climbing, ironic hipsters. It ain\\u2019t no put-on with Cynthia and Joe, they are just effortlessly eminating genuine coolness and giving consolation, inspiration, comfort, and courage to loads of us scattered punk-rock die-hards and culture-war refugees. It\\u2019s not something they do, it\\u2019s something they are. Just by playin\\u2019 out, writing real songs, being themselves, they\\u2019re lifting the whole standard. Just a tiny light is stronger than oceans of inky-black darkness. NEW YORK JUNK are puttin\\u2019 the soul back into The City. REMINDING people.\\u201d Sugarbuzz Magazine'