An album of Mogwai-esque riffs with some depressing lyrics calmly inserted. I am not well versed in shoegazing past the My Bloody Valentine albums. I don’t know if this CD made it to me because there is a punker in the mix or Razorcake is just on a list of music magazines somewhere. I know that there is a cache of bearded punkers with poor hygiene that are playing like this now and, because of their unfortunate choices, the lines between punk, indie rock, and something you might see on Jimmy Kimmel Live are further strained. It is very well produced and the instrumentation is big and dramatic. Beyond that, I am not the one to make comment.
–Billups Allen (Tenzenmen, tenzenmen.com)