Though always a dark reservoir of the id, you never know what exactly to expect from Ugly Mus-tard. Evil clowns. Jabbering pontiffs. Hall of Mirrors. Or just your basic everyday death, dismemberment, and devils. Ugly Mus-tard is one of the few bands that can't simply be heard, can't merely be seen. Ugly Mus-tard has to be experienced. For the most part, the band is merely a shade of misspent youth, a fun game of Halloween with loud guitars and louder drums. But at its best, Mus-tard goes beyond the bass-heavy crunch of hardcore and carnival sideshow antics and creates music  and images  that can truly haunt.

 Scott Kelton Jones
Dallas Observer