"Here’s your introduction to one of the most interesting and nuanced lyricists presently operating in the Garden State. Stef Leo opens Dead Rock, her band’s debut set, with an expression of youthful belligerence aimed at family authority and ends it with a tight, economical tale of a young girl’s loss of sexual innocence. In between, she presents us with a story of a clueless relative who won’t stop calling, a reflection on the pain of the 2001 World Series, and delivers a withering broadside against conventional life choices.  Her diction is clever and wry, her sense of humor is pleasantly black, and she’s a lethal hand with a punchline. She marries her acidic tales to music that splits the difference between ragged punk-metal, ramshackle indie, and tattered beach blanket surf-rock." - Tris McCall for the Jersey City Times