What’s great about we kill computers is, in part, the way the Pack a.d. confidently incorporates everything from turbo-blasted rawk to sugar-buzzed punk to ghost-on-the-highway country. But the real beauty of the Vancouver duo’s third full-length is more abstract in nature: just when you thought you had a pretty good handle on where Black and Miller are coming from, they’ve created an album that makes you realize you don’t really know them at all…So if you’re one of those underground-fixated obsessives who love being able to say “I was into them way back when,” now might be the perfect time to do your best to get to know the Pack a.d. And, as far as that challenge goes, there’s really only one thing to say: good luck.
- Mike Usinger, The Georgia Straight, April 2010

Known for explosive live performances, these ladies are guaranteed* to make even the most jaded hipster start dancing. (*Fuck what Legal says. We are putting it in writing.)
- BH, Sled Island, June 2010

The Pack a.d. have left me breathless and impressed.  “B.C. Is On Fire” is not just a song title, it’s a statement of fact, and The Pack a.d. are standing over the pyre holding the match.
- Quick Before It Melts, April 2010

Black’s vocals are perfectly slotted in the low tenor/high alto range, and Miller’s beats are totally aggro, covered in the scuzz of garage rock, a male-dominated aesthetic if ever there was one.  So the music doesn’t really bend gender - it ignores the distinction completely, kicking The Pack A.D. into the level of post-feminist hard rock…None of which would matter, of course, if the music weren’t this good, and We Kill Computers is a dirty jewel, a record that rocks hard and keeps getting more interesting the longer you listen to it.
- Eric Waggoner, Blurt, May 2010

And while We Kill Computers marks a departure from the band’s previous blues-heavy releases, it plunges confidently into the grungier side of rock, resulting in the group’s gutsiest and grittiest – not to mention loudest – record yet.
- Hilary Marchildon, !Earshot, May 2010

Stomping out of the gate with a renewed sense of frustration and a petulant desire to get even with everything, We Kill Computers takes the scruffy, groovy hate-fucking dirty shirt blooz rawk that the band has been chipping away at since forming in 2006 to phenomenal and potent new levels. Sounds cool right? It is – but, really, the game hasn’t changed here for the band, they’ve simply gotten better at it…it’s pissed off, a little horny and just looking for a reason – and The Pack a.d. does it in such a way that makes listeners feel like they’re invited to come along for the ride or fuck off. It’s beautiful…
- Bill Adams, Ground Control Mag, May 2010

We Kill Computers is a full-on exercise in lean, primal rock & roll that neither asks for or offers any compromise…together, the Pack A.D. sound fierce, focused, and as deeply committed as nearly any band out there today, and they’re not at all wrong to believe in themselves; this album lays out a hard and heavy wall of sound that should impress anyone with ears…
- allmusic, April 2010

It’s pretty easy to pigeonhole Pack A.D., much harder to describe in words just how much you need them in your life…The Pack A.D. make you want to go out and drink a million beers while leaping about recklessly and spilling said beer all down your front. The Pack A.D. sound like they’d like to come and do that with you. Pack A.D. forever.
- ‘Sup Magazine, May 2010

Barnstorming duo The Pack a.d. have made an album so vital to any true rocknroller that you’ll be scorned by friends and relatives if you don’t have it…Sexy and swampy, dirty and tough, ‘we kill computers’ is a raucous bar fight of an album that bursts into your brain and legs like an epileptic’s nightmare fit. Awesomely mahoosive tunes ‘Math, The Stars’ and ‘Big Anvil’ nearly crack your skull with sheer noisy brilliance. Also included is the spooky ‘They Know Me’, which has echoes of Nico at her most haunting, but kicks on into ‘K Stomp’, a crazy and aggressive number that defines what rock music should be.
- Red Hot Velvet (UK), May 2010
The Pack A.D. are a gift to our city for several reasons. Obviously they write great garage-blues stompers that get stuck in your head. And to be sure they put on a great live show, evoking the kind of debauchery that made the Gun Club and The Cramps legendary. But what’s really great about this band is that they’re able to tap into so many of Vancouver’s various social scenes, bringing them all together for a sweaty, beer-soaked party. Going to their show at the Biltmore this Friday you’ll find guys and gals of all stripes, all backgrounds and all scenes. This band reminds us what going out to catch a great bar band’s live show is all about: dancing, singing along, and spilling beer with people you’ve never met before who are your new best friends.
- Zulu Records via Scout Magazine, April 2010

“Let us count the ways that the Pack A.D. hates you. Black belts out the words, Miller pounding away on drums. “Don’t Have To”, arguably the single from Funeral Mixtape is a no-holds-barred admittance to not being nice girls. Lyrics bounce between not having to like people for the nice things they do, to not having to like them because of the bad things that happen to them. It’s this sort of we-don’t-need-you-anyways charm that makes the otherwise approachable Pack A.D. just inaccessible enough to be desirable.” Link to the full article.

- Tara-Michelle Ziniuk (!earshot)

“The Pack A.D. sound like a jealous lovers’ brawl - think White Stripes without the gimmick and with tighter drum fills. Black spits gritty lyrics and moans like she’s spent her last dollar on cheap whiskey. The guitar-driven, aggressive rhythms move between desperation and seduction, and just when you start to settle into Black’s smooth riffs, Miller’s pounding kick pedal erupts with well-timed ferocity..”

- EMMA MCKENNA (NOW Magazine)

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- Uncut Magazine

“the Pack A.D., a Vancouver blues-punk duo that proves you don’t need a bulging package to play the devil’s music. You do need balls, though. And drummer Maya Miller and guitarist-vocalist Becky Black are packing some pretty serious gonads—musically speaking, of course.” full article.

- Sarah Rowland (Georgia Straight)

“Vancouver bombast-blues duo The Pack A.D., which, judging by the considerable buzz in the crowd afterward, pretty much blew the minds of everyone. Led by the scarily soulful dynamo known as Becky Black, the Pack A.D. was a two-woman demolition squad. If you didn’t arrive a fan, you definitely left a true-blue convert.”

- Michael Usinger (Georgia Straight)

“The guitar and drum duo from Vancouver - who have the charmingly alliterative names Becky Black and Maya Miller - were the first band I had seen this year that didn’t seem to care one iota about whether people liked them or not….I know The Pack A.D. are not into any overt female empowerment trip, and I’m grateful for it - they’re just two girls who happen to make raw, amazing music - but at the risk of sounding completely maudlin, it was inspiring seeing two women rock the fuck out and derive obvious pleasure in the bargain. Best show of Pop Explosion for me, ladies and gentlemen.”

- ALISON LANG (Soundproof Magazine - Halfax Pop 2009)

“Lord almighty, do they rock – in a gritty, unhinged, kind-of frightening manner”

- Ben Rayner (The Toronto Star)

“Becky Black and Maya Miller [...] have the balls to take on territory usually held by men - and can hand them their asses in it.”

- Mike Sherby (Uptown Magazine)

“Over at the Toothy Moose, the Pack A.D.’s performance was the equivalent of a sonic knuckle sandwich — those girls are killer. ”

- Alison Lang (Exclaim Magazine - Halifax Pop 2009)