Sack Trick Penguins on the Moon CD 
Review by Neil Kulkarni, Metal Hammer 9/10 

"AWWW God, I hate supergroups. Always wank, never fun. Never ever trust musicains to put an album together, I always say. So Sack Trick (made up from  various members of Wildhearts, Atom Seed, Robbie Williams band, Rache; Stamp and about a dozen others) should be awful, should be a messy, mawkish trawl through bad private gags and gruesome plank spanking self indulgence. The title's as bad as giving the game away.

Pingu is not Rock and Roll...or so I thought. This is mad fun. This is silly. This is shouty crackers. But it's done so dementedly straight faced, with such a determined full-pelt dive into full tilt surrealism it works. See it as a jokey Super Furry Animals and you could get away with calling it remotely contemporary but I'd rather put it in a lineage that includes Bonzo Dog, Kevin Ayers, Viv Stanshall and Monty Python, or even a tribute to Kiss. Listen to it as a great lost English psychedelic LP from 1973 and it makes perfect sense. Dig the Bowie fried insanity of the title track, the fairground folk of 'A Lesson from History' that slips sublimely into the fuzzy punk of 'Rainbow Trout' and you realise you're not just in the company of pop eccentrics: you're in a rubber room for the duration with people for whom pop stopped somewhere between T-Rex's hippest moments and the theme tune for 'Jamie and the magic torch'.

Throughout the fiction is perfect: dig 'The Landing's gorgeous Roxy Pomp, 'Microwave Sweetheart's B52s day-glo genius, 'Cheesy's almost nauseating blast of toffee nosed charm. In fact, what you're hearing is nothing less than a realignment of your own taste. Sack Trick can dazzle you and mention cheese on toast in one fell pop swoop. All in all, Penguins on the Moon manages a near impossible feat: it makes you proud to be British, in a way that only Sid Barratt did before.

And you can dance to it. An off the wall, never repeated masterpiece. Don't miss"