REB from Fanorama zine:

[ASSACRE] is a queer one-man performance experience in black metal thrash deviant ambient noise. Double drum beats and guitars that sound more like they were tuned in the Carpathian Forest than Austin, Texas...make you either wanna slash yer wrists or have an orgy where everyone wears Mexican wrestler masks.

Lilith von Fraumench from Seattle WA:

I have a het (but very gay-friendly) friend who writes for the Little Rock weekly alternative tabloid. He will shit, and continue shitting for days, creating from the shit whole armies of meth-head death machines to rape humanity, and each one with the Assacre logo carved into its forehead like a shit-golem. With cocks--several each, including some exclusively for lifting, ripping, crushing, disemboweling, gouging, wet willies, smashing, coring, spewing, and shit. Pardon the scatology, but that's just how excited he'd get.

Gogi from Austin TX:

if you listen to assacre backwards it tells you to burn things

Austin American-Statesman:

This club-kid art project is about wearing a Godzilla mask and slaughtering an electric guitar inside a laundromat dryer. Maybe not literally.

Jared from Sub Par Industries:

Assacre has impacted my life in that way a hockey puck to your grandmothers face forever alters your existence. He has touched me like a horny, perverted neighbor. Nothing makes sense anymore. Who am I?

Dean from NJ:

...sounds like a death metal version of Faust.

Random dude on the lambgoat message board:

Assacre isn't bad in a Darkest Hour fusing with Agoraphobic Nosebleed sort of way (the reply to this was "that sounds about as interesting as watching my grandad take a shit")