"Fans of Göransson s distorted poetics will find this a productive addition to his body of work" (Publishers Weekly); "Sends its message like a mail train. Visceral Surrealism. His end game is an exit wound" (Geoffrey Cruickshank-Hagenbuckle, Fanzine); "As savagely anti-idealist as Burroughs or Guyotat or Ballard" (James Pate, Entropy Magazine); "Takes the reader far beyond their comfort zone, as poetry should. Just like Los Angeles herself, the poems inhabit that glittering/grotesque duality of Kardashian Family and Manson Family" (Carleen Tibbetts, American Microreviews); "I m not sure that even Rimbaud would title a poem My Sperm Gets in the Flowers (Johnny Payne, Cleaver Magazine); "convulses wildly like an animal that has eaten the poem s interior and exterior all together with silver" (Kim Hyesoon); "These poems made me cry. So sad and anxious and genius and glarey bright" (Rebecca Loudon).