"Voodoo Kills, the debut release of Rochester’s sex-obsessed Bitter Flesh Thing, certainly ranks among the worst and most loathsome
records in recent memory...

Voodoo Kills is ten tracks chock full of horribly irritating Casio keyboard-esque beeps and drumbeats that sound like they could
have been composed by a mildly gifted six year old. The lyrics are asinine, particularly on “Sex on Venus,” and “Reptile,” and are
awkward, juxtaposed against the music, especially on “Capricorn.” Apparently they are so devoted to (read: desperate for) their fans that they offered free sex to the first 500 people at one of their shows...

Though they may be pushing some boundaries (with their antics and not with their music), they are the boundaries of idiocy and
corniness. There is absolutely nothing musically original about Voodoo Kills, although Bitter Flesh Thing may have raised the bar for
what is considered cheesy and terrible in music today.

– Al Delmerico