The-Mag
Presumably believing that their album wouldn't justify enough column space, their publicity approach was to include a rather sick fake letter, addressed to Johnny Depp, in which the writer describes a trip to see GFJD in New York and, essentially, performs a number of sexual acts not worth describing on these hallowed pages.
As a matter of fact, they stretch the story so far, it isn't actually funny. It doesn't come across as ironic and it isn't even shock-humour. If someone you knew had written this, you'd be passing it on to the police and they would probably end up on the sex-offenders register - but somehow they think it's perfectly acceptable to include this in a press-pack. This is a totally poor attempt to be controversial in order to get people talking and I'm actually sorry that I've given them any coverage. - Saur
Rock Sound
Gay for Johnny Depp have crafted one of the most visceral, intense and just plain exhilarating albums of the year
NME
"We don't want to be in the fucking NME!" screeches GFJD front-berk Marty Leopard, grabbing for your correspondent, barking in his face and sending us sprawling to the floor. His breath smells of wet dog his hair's greasier than Frank Gallagher's and he twins a dog collar with a pair of manky boxer shorts.
NME
...it's clear they're spinning the blackest bile into doubly shiny gold
Men Only
This is like listening to the soundtrack inside a killer's mind
London Metro
Vulgar New York hardcore
subba cultcha
Battered, bruised, sweaty, some with fewer clothes we’re launched back into reality after a last burst of Kill The Cool Kids (Jagger: “We hope you agree with the sentiment.” Leopard: “You’re all fuckin’ dead!”). We may have entered the room as very different people but we left connected through a shared experience that some didn't appear entirely comfortable with.
Drowned In Sound
it’s just as brutal and pummeling as you’d hoped
Q
World's best named band
Uncut
Their LP debut gives and often joyless genre a hysterical kick up the arse
The Fly
Their energy is as unrelenting as their songs, their mighty power tremulous, trembling, terrifying, terrific.
Big Cheese
Kick out a hellacious racket like Black Flag molesting a dressed up Locust, unrelenting and unforgiving. Lovely.
Kerrang
...here's Gay for Johnny Depp, with their filthy wit, visceral sound and barmy frontman Marty Leopard dividing his time between screaming into people's faces and rolling around on the floor howling obscenities.
Bizzare
Four Suave mother fuckers with a gift for perverse screamo - and a wang-on for Edward Scissorhands - New York's Gay for Johnny Depp arrive in a hail of blood and lube.
Rock Louder
Like Blood Brothers, they electrify, like Locust they terrify, but no-one else combines these disciplines quite like Gay For Johnny Depp