This is dark alt-country interwoven with the hand of gypsy styling, leading the listener into some murky waters. These tunes rest on the laurels of Adrienne Hatkin’s haunting vocal vibrato, crashing the moods to some forlorn places. These twelve tracks have all the ingredients for that instant indie darlings welcome recipe: sparse piano, unsettling guitar riffs turned noise, banjo, accordion, and glockenspiel. That is if you’re serving up some spiked punch. Autopilot Is For Lovers touch lyrically where many don’t dare to tread with topics such as the apocalypse (“Come Now”) and the reckless nature of capitalism (“PineBoxTown”). “Shadows” seems to be the band’s poetic “fuck you” to the administration with lyrics: “He is giving you strychnine to cure the disease.” Musically daring and lyrically poetic, this is a ship I recommend you jump on before it takes off.
–N.L. Dewart (Bladen County, bladencountyrecords.com)