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“From the existential thread that ties Jean-Paul Sartre to Jon Bon Jovi, to the skinny on what’s floating in TLC’s ‘Waterfalls’, and the possibility that Al Pacino is coaching boxing kangaroos in space, wise-fool Southpaw’s ramblings lead listeners on a surreal journey through doors they didn’t even know existed, into a highly original, deeply funny land of pop culture confusion.” –

“What was evident after each listen was how funny the album was and how intricate each track was…This isn’t your usual spoken word/comedy album where the set ups and punchlines follow each other. It’s far more interesting.” – The Quietus

“If you like what is clearly a celebration of the English language, you should go to” – Jackie Kashian, Dork Forest

“The ghost of Mitch Hedberg meets the ghost of Mark Twain” – Stosh Mikita

“How do I follow Owen Wilson who chose acid over acting?” – Kate Clancy

“Huckleberry S. Thompson” – Dan Rice

“The free-association rantings of Young Southpaw, an alter ego of real person Aug Stone, were especially polar, amounting to a zany delirium that had also clearly been carefully planned. By the end of his main set late in the bill, Southpaw, evoking the ’70s with gold-rimmed aviators, oversized lapels and cultural references galore, had crescendoed into a rant so intense it was mantric. I can’t tell you what he discussed during his final minutes—in part because the associations were very, very free—but I do remember what it felt like to absorb a barrage of words basted in faux southern drawl and fired out in the manner of an acid-tripping drill sergeant. I wasn’t laughing much, but I was entranced by the spectacle. At some point I had to remember to reengage my dropped jaw.” – Dan Mims, Daily Nutmeg