Let Them Eat offers plenty of evidence as to why Monorchid was one of Washington, D.C.'s best punk bands of the '90s. Frontman Chris Thomson spits in a high-pitched, snotty voice, taking aim at the Top 40, Hollywood, and self-important scenesters: "It's about mirrors that they dare with the threats that they wear/Are you feeling controversial in your controversial trousers?" It doesn't add up to a coherent political statement, but it's not supposed to -- Thomson's rants are nihilistic rather than idealistic. Behind him, the rest of the bandmembers stomp all over each other, playing weird stops and starts and oddly captivating single-note lines, with few standard bar-chord progressions to be found. Let Them Eat crosses the rude disposition of the Sex Pistols with the artiness of Gang of Four and Wire. Monorchid's bad attitude and guitar distortion mark it as a punk band, but its imaginative, angular music places the group miles from punk orthodoxy. Let Them Eat offers a powerful adrenaline charge, and finds unique ways of delivering it to boot.
AllMusic Review by Charlie Wilmoth