Magnanimous Collector/LA Times: - Continuing the grand tradition of Bay Area garage acts dressed in outrageous costumes (remember the Vulcaneers, the Trashwomen and the Mummies?) Oakland’s Nobunny has hippity-hopped into the public eye with his debut LP, “Love Visions.” Released by San Francisco’s Bubbledumb Records, there are a total of 1,000 pressings, the first 200 of which are on swirly pink vinyl and are already sold out. But these are mundane details of interest only to collector nerds. The real issue at hand is that Nobunny has released a rip-roaring good-times party album that comes on like the illegitimate offspring of the Archies, Joey Ramone, Hasil Adkins and Kim Fowley. A mixture of gritty, fuzzy garage rock and giddy, sticky bubblegum music, the catchy songs, including the hilarious “Land of 1,000 Dances” parody, “Nobunny Loves You,” and the creepy-yet-bouncy “The Boneyard,” are all instant classics. Several of the tunes are available for preview on his MySpace page.

TUCSON WEEKLY: - What if Little Richard had joined Hasil Adkins and recorded with Bill Spector, Phil's rigoddamndiculous brother, in Sanford and Son's mobile recording unit? Or, what if GG Allin had been the Svengali behind a boufannt-ed girl group, having them out-raunch anybody while maintaining sweetness and light? It might not have sounded exactly like Nobunny, but it definitely would have resembled the spirit.

Handclaps, broken pianos, toilet-bowl guitars and whisky bottles full of piss used as maracas make up just a portion of this irresistible infection created for the wino in the alley, as well as the kids just discovering the joys of masturbation and drugs. Songs are about giving girls what they really want, prostitution, laughing instead of crying about failed relationships, and fun, fun, fun like the Beach Boys never knew.

When you're used to life in a rubbish heap, you can adapt and overcome, or become part of the junk landscape. Nobunny has found the true path: do both--not just overcoming the detritus that society produces, but lifting it up and showing the beautiful side of it--and, no, I don't mean in an ironic, kitschy way; I mean in the same way you'd view a perfect sunset or ass. You see the beauty in trash in the way a Buddhist koan could never teach you.

Nobunny loves you and Nobunny cares, and the next time he's in town, if you've never been hugged by a horny, drunken Muppet, you should seek him out. He's better than anything you'll find in the self-help section of Bookmans. by Mark Beef

REAL DETROIT WEEKLY: - An oft-quoted line in life is that beautiful gem from Risky Business, "Sometimes you have to say 'What the fuck?'" It's just a good one to have in your back pocket. It shows you are up for anything. And it's also a line that could sum up just about everything that is NoBunny.

Hailing from the land that claims to have "the best weather in the United States," Oakland's NoBunny is essentially a mindfuck multiplied by a clusterfuck. Imagine four dudes running around in long flowing hippie shirts with little to no clothes on underneath. As if that isn't freaky enough, the band also wears extremely creepy bunny masks befitting of their name. "NoBunny started as an Elvis Impersonator seven years ago in the desert outside of Tucson, AZ," vocalist/guitarist Justin NoBunny says. "The first show was in Chicago at the Fireside Bowl on Easter 2001."

The sound of the band is a unique one. Slightly more cleaned up than other garage popsters like Cheap Time and Jay Reatard, NoBunny plays melodic punk that harkens back to '50s R&B and The Ramones. "I like oldies and punk: Hasil Adkins, The Coasters, The Donnas," Justin says of the band's inspirations. "We sound like rusty sunshine or a milkshake shower. Like a southern ding-dong. Salty duck sauce."

It's obvious that the name of the game is "ridiculous" with NoBunny. They are funny guys that play little funny pop jams, but really, what's with the masks? "It's not a gimmick. It's an enabler. It brings out the beast and allows things to get weird," Justin states. "I feel more like I wear a stupid human mask most of the day and am happy to slip into some fur at night." Although it was just admitted the masks aren't just schtick, it certainly doesn't do anything but help grab your attention.

Now in the middle of their whirlwind nationwide tour with Chicago's Johnny and the Limelights, NoBunny will be coming into town for the fifth incarnation of the infamous Panic in Hamtramck festival. If the intentions of NoBunny, which are summed up as "a means to scream, a chance to dance, a world to get weird with girls," are parlayed at all into their live show, watch out! by Eric Allen

Z-GUN: - How many times are novelty records REALLY pulled off the shelf? I'm talking about intentionally wacky novelties and parodies, not the "everything is parody" ideology we sometimes subscribe to. In the current punk landscape, I know there are plenty of folks out there that define their existence almost exclusively in terms of Twizzlers, polka dots and finger-banging, and for them, novelty is their norm. But at my house, on my turntable, goofy is infrequent at very best. The last punko repeat-spin novelty that I can think of is the Donny Denim 45, a record that transcends novelty and moves into full-blown hit…and back again, gleefully (still spun almost fortnightly on my end, years later). Love Visions has that same DD quality: funny as hell with a concept to boot, yet executed in a manner far better than what the joke even calls for. The result is an LP of completely over-the-top poppy punk performed by a half-naked hobo in a fucking bunny mask, using whatever was at his disposal at the particular time. Founded essentially on fake punk, power-pop piss-take and bubblegum inappropriateness, the greatest strength of the LP is its mutant take on these genres and the inept attempts to replicate them. Instead we end up with something much more fucked…and funny. The fact that countless would-be power-poppers are currently trudging away at a number that won't hold a fucking candle to "I Am a Girlfriend", a song NoBunny probably thought up during a single bus station deuce session, brings me such enormous fucking joy, I can barely contain myself. The song is ridiculous any way you slice it, but it's fantastic song…and not alone in its greatness on this LP. Not only has the schtick yet to grate, I can barely pry the fucker off the player. Never in my life did I think I'd fall for a gutter-brained, cartoon swipe artiste, but I have. Hard. by "Wild" Mitch Cardwell

Billups Allen: - Occasionally, a reminder that rock and roll will never die waltzes by and sticks with you. Nobunny's Love Visions is easily one of the best records to come out in the past five years. Not only does Love Visions successfully fuse low-fi rock with 60's pop riffs, but it is packaged with what might be one of the only five cool album cover rip-offs that there ever was. I hate ironic album art, but NoBunny standing in front of a brick wall dressed as a Ramone is keeping in spirit of the sounds within. When the album moves, it moves in all the right places. The slow numbers are often the gems on this one. In the style of an even more demented Beach Boy, NoBunny makes sincerely melodic tunes on what sounds like minimal equipment. Love Visions sounds a bit stapled together in that exciting way that the first Clash record does. As though the whole thing could become unhinged at thirty five miles an hour. And that is where the charm is. Let us all make a pact to never fund NoBunny too much and we'll never hear his version of Cut the Crap. Or maybe, yea sure, why not. Love Visions is a must have.

The Okmoniks and Nobunny just headed out on tour this month. As their tour van, which is probably one of the funnest places on Earth, rolls down the tarred surface of the US interstate highway system, they will spread their collective gospel of acrid bubblegum pop to the hungry masses aching for a reason to crack open a beer. Both bands armed with new albums, and their shared enthusiasm for bring out the party, will certainly make for some of the most memorable shows of the summer.

The drummer for the Okmoniks, Justin Champlin is quickly becoming known for being attached to the most recognizable nutsack in underground music. His work with the Sneaky Pinks and Nobunny have certainly perpetuated the recent rise of grubby bubblegum we're all knee deep in recently. Nobunny is certainly on the right track updating the formula left by the founding fathers, GG Allin and of course the Ramones. He incorporates infectious and intoxicating pop songs with lyrical content that exude the sort of idiotic brilliance that turns everyone into the life of the party. He proves so on his debut album "Love Visions," out on Bubbledumb Records, as he stuffs pop sentiment in a brown paper bag and leaves it ablaze on the doorstep of modern underground music. - Brett Cross

VICTIM SAILOR JERRY: - Nobunny's stuff is both incredibly inventive and totally purged from the greats all at the same time. The record is lo-fi as hell yet the mixing was done creatively and, combined with the electronic drums, really proves to be something that stands high above the rest of the garage pack (of dorks).

RAVEN SINGS THE BLUES: - Not that it ever went away and maybe until recently I haven't been looking hard enough but the excellent marriage of lo-fi pop and garage seems to be in fine form this year. One case for both these points is the latest from Oakland's (via Touscon, et.al) Nobunny, entitled Love Visions. NB's been tearing at the fringes of scenes for years but it seems that with the popularity of gutter fuzzed punk ala In The Red/Siltbreeze and the rest of the nth wave of garage has brought deserving attention down upon the unshackled bubblegum scratch of Mr. Bunny's catchy as crap new record. Propelled by thrift store drum-machine beats and duct taped couplets of string strangled gutter-pop that'll have you bobbing your and more likely moving your feet; Love Visions is not one to miss out on.

Nobunny is a masked man, or rocker rather, with a penchant for the genre's formative years — think Chuck Berry guitar and soda fountain hand claps, spliced with the fuzzy edge of '70s Ramones sensibilities. Aided by a Flying V guitar and an unmistakable rabbit mask, Nobunny is a sight to be seen, and more importantly heard.

THE WALRUS: - Nobunny's "Boneyard" is the stuff that your fuzzed-out new-wave, garage rock, etc etc dreams are made of. A naive surf riff, a drum-machine that sounds like it's about to break any second, and an insane, bunny masked dude from Oakland with a vocal drenched in tremolo effects. Irresistibl

NOW MAGAZINE: - The-Jive-Bunny-meets-the-Ramones sleeve image on NoBunny’s Love Visions album, which comes hand-pasted onto a recycled 70s disco album jacket, should give you some idea of the DIY punk frolic in store.

What it is about the Bay Area that attracts outrageously costumed rock nutters is beyond me, but let’s just say the weirdly masked Justin NoBunny proudly follows in the trashy ’n’ frantic lousy-fi tradition of the Mummies – only the hopped-up foolery of Love Visions is inspired less by 60s garage than perhaps by Kim Fowley’s subersive vision of bubblegum pop, with a little G.G. Allin tossed in. But don’t think for a second this has anything in common with skater-geek-approved commercial pop punk. NoBunny’s idea of furry fun is as demented as singalong blasts get. Highly entertaining.