Glam ukulele rock that manages to reference the country-tinged sensitivity of the Silver Jews, the Beach Boys’ summery harmonies and the playful weirdness of Ween.
~ The Village Voice

Some seriously good rock’n'roll.
~ Paper Magazine

This New York quartet peddles savvy, glam-inflected pop songs written sideways – the hooks are all there, but in the strangest places – and played on ukuleles.
~ Kurt B. Reighley, THE SEATTLE STRANGER

The New York-based band of brothers offered up and infectious blend of zany country-tinged power pop (think of Ween meets Weezer circa the Blue Album). On their debut mini-tour, The Honey Brothers proved to be every bit as bodacious as they set out to be. Among an oft listless crowd of San Francisco hipsters, the Brothers managed to get more than a few arms uncrossed and clapping.
~ Christina Troup, THE OAKLAND TRIBUNE

By now you might be thinking, “why isn’t this stupid writer bitch talking about The Honey Brothers’ amazing music so I can decide whether I want to attend the concert or not?”… I just want to see that hot guy Vince sweating over the drums.
~ Katie Shimer, THE PORTLAND MERCURY

“The Honey Brothers defy expectations by not sucking.”
~ Jed Gottlieb, THE SAN DIEGO CITY BEAT

On The old EP “Honey 4 U”:

This EP is unbelievable! Combining the zaniness of Ween with hooks worthy of Blue Album-era Weezer (the hilarious and unstoppable therapy pop — you’ll see — of “Some of Them Are Nice Days”), the Honey Brothers launch a ukulele-driven mish-mash of Hawaiian back woods, indie glam rock. “Little Boy” is earnest and odd, like 60s country meets the White Stripes jangle-y, down home Appalachian cousins. “Drunkard’s Lament” is actually an old-time traditional cautionary tale (think the Harry Smith Folk Anthologies). Finally, “Ze Last Drag” is like Beck doing Serge Gainsbourg — yes, amazing, and “Coney Island (I Am Yours)” is a curious Grandaddy-like pop number. Somebody sign these guys, we need a full-length.
~ Charles Spano, STATUS Magazine