"Moonshine, the self-confessed purveyors of dystopia whose sound resembles a dirty homemade sonic bomb with a Black Sabbath shell, Rolling Stones fuse and a gunpowder body dusted in debauchery, the spark of the explosion, may I add, comes from a vicious ‘fuck it’ attitude that daubs every word Sarah Dickenson spouts.” 

"Moonshine are seductive, and for more than just the music they play so well."

"(Moonshine own) an impressive repertoire of wild and rowdy gun slinging whiskey saturated numbers" 

-Far Out Magazine