"look, man…eat the lotus, don't eat the lotus…either way your headed nowhere, dig? the captain's asleep and and the sailors have taken over the ship. it's mutiny in it's modern state, you feel me? lay beside me…then inside me…feel me now? it's party time, and no one's invited. the amp's on fire and the bird just tore off a piece of my ear…and it sounds like this: drums mean a lot to a lot of people. i just dropped my guitar from a second story window of a burning cottage and when it landed in the grass it played the most beautiful chord that i have ever heard. The sunsets here are fabulous. Hey captain…consider yourself invited to the party, address: nowhere." Justin D Fowler: Wooden Indian Burial Ground
 
"Party Time Inc is a party I am afraid to go to. For fear of what I might see, what I might hear, what I might reemerge as on the other side... Who dreams this stuff up?? This is like Ian Curtis singing Matty Luv's druggiest lyrics over early Butthole Surfers tunes, but in a real sense it is...unreal. And what is least understood is how/why I can't stop listening." --Craig Billmeier / Hot Lixx Hulahan / Love Songs
 
"Listening to Party Time Inc, one is uncontrollably taken to a land where drunk Jim Morrison poems ramble over a swarm of dreamy wet goodness that tickles the receptors in ones mind. To say that Captain Nowhere has his own sound is an understatement. He has an entire vision that he shows the listener and teases to come along for the journey. Best when mixed with scotch and doobies, but just as effective straight up. " --Muller: The Mumlers, Doctor Nurse