The White Wires are top shelf, small batch distillers. Raw materials that are in bountiful in supply are run through plumbing pipes of primitive rock’n’roll, wiggled through the white glass of long, clarifying Ottawan winters, cooked and reduced over the blue flames in copper pots. The result is two clean-and-brilliant-sounding songs. Sure, The White Wires could be called garage, but their garage is immaculately organized. This one’s got a bar in it where they serve only one form of alcohol. It’ll fuck you up in dignified ways. There’s no hangover, no walk of shame the next morning. Unnervingly easy to like, The White Wires are both intoxicated and in full control.
–todd (Total Punk)