Glass Hits sound like they have all the Drive Like Jehu and Hoover records and know how to use them. They do that kind of thick, discordant, driving, shouty thing (the singer has Rick Froberg’s twangy yell down almost perfectly)—post-hardcore from another time that has some texture; guitars that twist and turn and erupt. That’s not to say it’s a throwback rehash or anything. They do it better than most, and it never feels like a genre exercise. On first listen, it wasn’t good or bad, it was just sort of there. But hearing it again, the record opened up, seemed to grow. The songs don’t differentiate much, and it can feel a little one-note, but it’s not bad as far as notes go.
–Matt Werts (Snappy Little Numbers, snappylittlenumbers.blogspot.com)