Nine songs of a desert rock band channeling Bikini Kill vocals. Did you buy the record yet? The guitars rest in the sweet spot of fuzz before it gets too indistinguishable and after it’s well past the point of purity. The band as a whole works to create a sonic landscape, with the piercing high winds of the desert air seeping through the production, interrupted only by the grinding industrial sounds of a civilization. This is pioneer rock. This is cowboy garage fuzz. This is fucking amazing, get on it! Grade: A-.
–Bryan Static (Burger, burgerrecords.org)