The Spicy Rizzaks

Editor’s Pick of the Month for the Maxim Jukebox.


Maxim Magazine
10/01/03
- Maxim

“The Rizzaks race through their punk tunes faster than a Mexican meal left out for a few days runs through you. They curse so much they make Andrew W.K. look like Barry Manilow and it would probably help to down a handful of speed just to keep up with them. Nevertheless, they’re also harmless fun and re-create American punk the way the Dead Boys, The Damned and the Ramones played it way back when.” - The Village Voice

“Tired of songs praising the booty? Lower East Side Punks, The Spicy Rizzaks wrote an ode to the side of the body wherein the lion’s share of anatomical naughty bits are found, hence ‘Front Toucher.’ A song that’s six parts ‘77-era punk and one part class-clown-who-makes-farting-sounds-with-his-armpits. With the band, the record label, the comic book and now the sandwich, the Rizzaks have created quite the cottage-industry for themselves. - The Village Voice

“In a short time the Spicy Rizzaks have created quite the small buzz for themselves which has garnered a loyal following for these Lower East Siders.”
- Time Out New York

“Their EP will have you scratching your head and your ass simultaneously. What the hell do these silly men think they’re doing and why am I liking it? This will turn off most thinking people, but for the rest of us it’s a dishonorably good time.” - Punk Planet

Their latest CD has everyone here at Waste central flying around the office. Ripping guitar and death throw vocals. Raw tunes that deliver. Shades of the New York Dolls, with a couple shots of rock-a-billy. Don’t settle for less, these boys are the real deal. Keep it coming, can't get enough. If you can sit still to this then you must be dead! Punchy, killer rock'n'roll.
- New York Waste

“The Spicy Rizzaks appear oblivious to the critical catcalls of ‘Rock is dead!’ - or perhaps they actually believe them with more vehemence than any other band on the planet. They deliver the goods with their vintage pop punk veneer and keep the atmosphere deconstructive with rabid dixieland rhythms. The guitarist shreds and the vocalist has the yelps of a madman, making the rock-a-billy touches all the more demented.”
- Splendid Zine

“Combining the rock and roll intensity of the New Bomb Turks with the outright melodic profanity of G.G. Allin and the Jabbers, New York City supagroup The Spicy Rizzaks are operating at a whole different level. Under the radar, maybe, but hopefully not for long. Taking a playful dig at their citymates and all-around douche bags The Strokes, The Spicy Rizzaks know how to have a good time, even if it's at other people's expense. Vocalist Jon Bon Rizzak has a similar vocal delivery to Jason Kendall in his Amazing Royal Crowns days, so that conjures up a whole bunch of happy memories for yours truly. Coming in at a disapointingly short three tunes - disapointing only because we need more - "Actually, No…This Is It!" is a BONA FIDE SCORCHER. Buy it at www.spicyrizzaks.com ,
asshole.”
- Fat City Magazine

“3 tracks of vigorous NYC Rock N Roll with a huge dose of enjoyment. Great pace, great style. This is real entertainment and ability.”
- No Front Teeth UK

“The lead singer's name is Jon Bon, the guitar player is Eddie Van, on bass we have Bootsy Rizzak and Ringo Rizzak plays drums… of course. Pretty fun concept for a pretty funny band. The three songs here are speed rock gone full blown backyard warrior with a great sense of humor and heavy enough sound to make them rise above the usual frat rock one would expect from an outfit like this. "Mudflap Girl," is almost an epic fable of backseat love gone horribly wrong, or right…you decide. All in all, in three songs, The Spicy Rizzaks impressed enough for me to say check 'em out or maybe wait for the full length or even if they come through your town, because I bet they put on a pretty good show. When you hear them you'll visualize the four boys jumping around and flailing through smoke machines and flashpots. At least that's what I saw!”
- Shredding Paper