"Los #3 Dinners, Heather Rae & the Moonshine Boys, Dum Dum and the Smarties
Ruta Maya Riverwalk Coffee House —It's looking like a night of roots weirdness as Austin bands Heather Rae & the Moonshine Boys and Dum Dum and the Smarties do twisted-up hillbilly and all-out rock, respectively, followed by the Dinners, the godfathers of Alamo Town garage rock."--MySA.com, 3/29/07

"...Local one-man-band extraordinaire John Schooley opens the show with a mix of delta blues and country punk. Sidelined by surgery since January, he’s ready to stomp, strum, and sing his way back into the game. Next up is Heather Rae and the Moonshine Boys, a crowd favorite at the Carousel Lounge. Stand-up bassist Shannon Marino slaps the rhythm while Jeremy Wade picks out the melody behind Heather Rae’s vocals, guitar, and fiddle...."--Austin Music Calendar, 3/9/2007

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"At Trails' parking lot, the loose-limbed vintage cowboy soul of Heather Rae & Her Moonshine Boys was one of the night's highlights. The eight-piece band -- complete with washboard virtuosity and the presence of Trophy Husband Dave Insley on guest guitar -- peaked with a sizzling cover of the Johnny Cash/June Carter classic "Jackson". "--Phoenix New Times Music Showcase, 2002


Whoopsy!  Magazine, (Austin, TX)  February, 2006 issue : CD Reviews
"Heather Rae and the Moonshine Boys recently moved to Austin from Arizona. It's a good thing too, because...hot damn! She writes and sings the songs, plays guitar, and wails the fiddle like a madwoman. The lyrics are rife with double-entendres and collectively comprise a list of some of my favorite illicit pastimes. 'Born to Raise Hell' and 'Pickin' Chicken', for instance...or drinkin' beer, moonshine and wine; 'Smokin' Mary Jane' (she sho' is hot), playing music 'til your fingers bleed, and driving 'til the road ends in order to do any of the above. Melodic styles range from the type of minor-keyed fucker that runs through your mind as you slump over a glass at bar-close, to a stomping 'Glory, Hallelujah!' fiddle ditty that warrants barbeque and beers after saying your prayers on a Sunday morning. Amen, brother!
I love listening to this band simply for the feeling of freedom they invoke. The songs would seem teenager-ish in their approach if they weren't so cleverly written and executed. But because they are, all I can think is "Hell, YEAH! I'm hopping in and comin' with y'all!" It's a grown-up party, and I'm staying until the morning trains rumbles by and the sun's peepin' over that thar yonder hill. They're new in town. Giddy-up your hoss and get to their next performance."
--Caroline Gnagy, music editor