Whether it is the single “Wrong Door” or the 90’s revivalism of “The Boy with the Matches” this band does not fail to impress at every Turn”- Java Magazine
“There is a raw harmonic quality to Chris Kay’s vocal that comes across beautifully at every turn” – Mitchell Hillman
“Marshall Crenshaw hooks with loud guitars and sad melodies” – Phoenix New Times
"Highlights of the EP include “Last Time,” an aching reminder that it’s always been a thin line between the alternative-country scene and the tender side of the Replacements catalog" -Ed Masley Arizona Republic
"The music is strong full of catchy riffs and powerful lyrics. This is not the bubble gum rock playing on main stream radio stations across the country; this is real rock and roll." – Mntweekly.com -
“ Prehab could be the best kept secret in Phoenix, The songs are polished, very hooky, and ready for mass consumption” – Beef Vegan ( Best Radio personality winner Phx New Times 2011/2013 ) KWSS 93.9 FM
“Prehab wears its Mill Ave. connections on its sleeve--they were called The Bedspins during the Gin Blossoms administration, and their drummer, Philip Rhodes, was a Gin Blossom during the Gin Blossoms administration--and that's probably for the best; that unmistakable mix of polished Marshall Crenshaw hooks and down-and-out benders would give it away if their press releases didn't. It's been 20 years, though, and with most of their contemporaries broken up or yoked to the sound they made famous, Prehab is in the strange position of evolving a sound that others have left for dead. The harder-edged, knowing sound they bring to songs like "False Horizon" will definitely make you think of the scene they came from. But it'll also convince you that there are some new tricks left in those bright guitars and sad melodies” –Phoenix New Times
“Prehab One is Too Many (A Thousand Is Never Enough) Self-Released If Prehab's One is Too Many (A Thousand Is Never Enough) sounds a little too polished to be a debut, there's good reason. The guys spent five years as The Bedspins in the mid-90s, racking up 500 shows and serving as songwriters for the producer behind Tempe's Gin Blossoms. They broke up, as bands are wont to do, and stayed that way until a mutual childhood friend died of a brain hemorrhage. After seeing each other at his funeral, they thought it might be cool to get the band back together. After a few other twists and turns -- events that forged their new identity as a drug concept band -- they guys eventually reunited and, musically, pretty much picked up where they left off. All those detractors of the country-tinged pop-rock of Mill Ave scene are going to: a) hate b) loathe c) despise this band, but I really dig them, even if they're doing a style of music pioneered by The Eagles and (arguably) perfected in Tempe"
- Martin CizmarPhoenix New Times
Originally released in summer, Prehab’s “Not Coming Home” recently came across our desks and struck us. The catchy, good old rock hooks by a band with a storied local past made this the video of the week. -Azmusicmatters
"Been a busy week with CMJ in town but I wanted to share this video we received today. The band is Prehab from Phoenix, Arizona and their straight up rock sound of ‘Not Coming Home’ has been stuck in my head since I first heard it." - Indie Band Guru
"The music is strong full of catchy riffs and powerful lyrics. This is not the bubble gum rock playing on main stream radio stations across the country; this is real rock and roll." - Mntweekly.com -
"The EP combines the rocking elements of Prehab’s past with a heightened focus on acoustics and melody, and the collision of memorable musical tones with hauntingly reflective storylines establish a lasting resonance"
"The instrumentation is solid and the tunes are intelligent and emotive. Don’t miss ‘Liar, Liar’ & ‘False Horizon’!"
“Prehab's newest record impressed me back in April, so I've been disappointed not to see more dates from them scheduled. Turns out there was a good reason for that, and that reason is now over. The band's guitarist Jason Kay says one member (we won't pry about which one) spent the summer in Tent City. One of our members kinda sorta forget to get the mandatory Breathalyzer installed after his first DWI then got pulled over for another. The cop was unamused. Homeboy was sentenced to 120 days in the tents beginning in May. Satan himself couldn't have planned a worse time to be under the tents in the brutal AZ summer. He has been spending his summer naming the various rodents that were his bunkmates, and cleaning out the junk food selection in vending machines. If you see these guys out at First Friday --they'll be at Fifth and McKinley on a bill that runs from 7 to 10 p.m. -- be sure to give them a nice ovation. At least one of them has been through hell this summer.
-Martin CizmarNew Times
"A high octane, beer-compatible contribution that isn't afraid to pay hommage to its numerous inspirators, and the production work surely is an immediate home run"