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Evans The Death

London, England, United Kingdom | INDIE

London, England, United Kingdom | INDIE
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"MusicOMH Album Review"

Fortuna POP! boss Sean Price reckons Evans The Death have the potential to do anything they want. As the band's label manager, he would say that, of course – you never hear of such a figure proudly announcing their artists will be playing the toilet circuit forever and a day. Yet there's a certain wilful precociousness about Evans The Death that has undoubted appeal. Naming your band after a character in a Dylan Thomas piece (an undertaker in Under Milk Wood, if you were wondering), and having a début single that references the simultaneously revered and feared Northern mid-'80s nuclear winter drama Threads acts as unequivocal evidence of their self-belief and adds a sense of decidedly British individuality.

The album is one of that's as frenetic as it is instant, melodic and catchy. Take early track Catching A Cold as an example, which blasts out of the traps sounding like the best thing that evergreen late '80s indie darlings The Primitives never recorded. Elsewhere the galloping recent single shows that despite this only being the group's début effort their talents for producing a soaring chorus are already well established, and I'm So Unclean sounds like Laura Marling fronting The Ramones - something which works far, far better than it ever should do on paper.

The quieter moments demonstrate that Evans The Death are far from a one trick pony, with slow burners Letter Of Complaint and album closing You're Joking showcasing a nuanced school of songwriting beyond the scuzz-pop battering ram found on singles. Production from Rory Atwell (whose portfolio also boasts Veronica Falls and The Vaccines) seems to instinctively draw the musical focal points to the fore, be it the trebly hooks on the uptempo tracks, or Katherine Whitaker's vocals on the slower moments.

Lyrically the album details life's more run-of-the-mill (or if you're feeling especially uncharitable, downright mundane) moments, be it not wanting to go out (Letter Of Complaint), making sandwiches (I'm So Unclean) or emotional dependence (Wet Blanket). Under many, less talented musicians such topics could come across as uninspired, trite even. Yet such is the vigour and conviction in the music that surrounds, they themes merely become part of the charm.

With the likes of Tigercats, The Cribs and Los Campesinos! already making more than their fair share of high energy guitar-based pop it would be easy for this record to have slipped by largely unnoticed. The fact it not only stands its own, but stands out is testament to the quality of songwriting contains within. Hopefully helping the Fortuna POP! Label to finally shed its inaccurate twee associations, Evans The Death have proved on their vibrant début that they're not ready to go about digging their own grave just yet. Long may it continue. - MusicOMH


"Q Album Review"

"There's something incredibly heartwarming about that ever-so-British proposition of film and lit-inspired pop provided it's done properly. You can imagine Jarvis Cocker and Kate Jackson smiling beatifically at the thought of their music birthing Evans The Death. The quintet's debut is a scrappy yet romantic proposition, like greasy chips for two at 4am. But it's smart and gutsy too: a clatter and pummel underscoring Katherine Whitaker's sweet, yet punchy vocals. Whether it's slugging a box of wine (You're Joking), missing the bus (Sleeping Song/So Long) or plain old sandwich-making (I'm So Unclean), Evans The Death manage to make the humdrum everyday existence sound quite magical." **** - Q Magazine


"Allmusic Album Review"

On their debut self-titled album, the London combo Evans the Death crib from all the right places. A little shoegaze noise, a bunch of jagged post-punk rumble, some thundering noise pop crescendos, the occasional spot of Wedding Present-style propulsion, and a healthy dose of assured girl-pop from all along the girl-pop time line (Blondie to the Shop Assistants to Veronica Falls) make up the group's sound. Top it off with the Morrissey-esque vocals of Katherine Whitaker and a batch of very strong songs, and Evans the Death easily become more than the sum of their parts. Whitaker is always the focus; her crooning, fluttering vocals are placed way out front as she weaves her way through guitarist/songwriter Dan Moss' witty words and melodies. She's best when she keeps herself in check and doesn't let the melody float away, especially on tracks where she attacks like a desperate lover ("Catch Your Cold," "I'm So Unclean") or grabs on tight to the rollicking, shuddering music and won't let go ("Bo Diddley," "Threads"). The bandmembers are also good at attacking the songs, hitting the choruses hard and playing the hell out of their instruments the rest of the time. It comes together like a finely tuned, highly deadly machine almost all the time, hitting pop gold on the album's best song, "Telling Lies." It has the kind of chorus Blondie would have traded all their skinny ties for. Good luck getting it out of your head, since it's stickier than a campfire singalong. The only time the album drags a touch is on the final song, "You're Joking," which is a guitar/voice ballad that feels just a little too "last song" to truly work and ends the record on a down note. Otherwise, Evans the Death is a stunning debut that may not change the way you think about indie rock, but the band plays with so much passion and the songs are so good, it doesn't matter that maybe you've heard it (in some form) before. - All Music


"Rolling Stone Album Review"

This London band mixes post–Smiths jangle and early–grunge sludge, as Katherine Whitaker explores varying shades of bad romance. Her raw emotion blends with slashing,whirling guitars to inject paralysis with weird power. - Rolling Stone


"Popmatters Album Review"

here's nothing I enjoy more than picking out the earliest seeds of talent in an unimpressive new band. "Just you watch," I say, "this band is going to be massive." So it's always a bit disconcerting when a band crashes down out of the blue fully formed. That's why, when I first listened to Evans the Death, I figured it must be a new project from some 40-something Sarah Records veterans. It's not that it sounds like middle-aged music, but it is certainly far too sophisticated to be any twee kids' debut. If this were actually the first album from a young band, it would put all of us to shame.
It is, and it has. Evans the Death is a gaggle of fresh-faced youths from London, England, and this self-titled record is their first full-length foray into the world. The music is classic indie pop: short, sweet, melody-driven songs with a noisy, messy intimacy that keeps them "indie." What stands out about this band isn't that they've invented anything drastically new or attempted some overly-ambitious opus. It's that they've created what, as far as I can tell, is the Perfect Pop Album.
If there's anything I like more than wagering told-you-sos on unlikely bands' eventual success, it's finding something to criticize – but try as I might, I can't find one thing I would change about this LP. I'm not saying it's Rubber Soul or anything, but I can't think of one better pop record to come out in the last few years. And the beautiful thing is, there's nothing to it, no wild electronics or self-conscious production effects, just guitars and drums and singing. ‘Cause when you've got songs this good, you don't need any of that junk.
Only two songs on Evans the Death crack three minutes, and those two not by much. There's also not a song among them that couldn't hold its own as a single. The arrangements are rich with overdriven guitars and clever bass hooks, and the vocal melodies are complex enough to be interesting but still hopelessly catchy. And by the way, lead vocalist Katherine Whittaker has pipes – just when I thought on-key singing with good tone was dead forever. Now, don't get me wrong, I love Beat Happening as much as the next kid but Evans the Death's brand of indie pop is not meant to follow in the twee tradition of Calvin-how-flat-can-we-sing-it-Johnson. It's indie pop made by young adults who aren't afraid to sound like adults.
This band has an ear for details too. On the raging opener, "Bo Diddley", a delicious distorted guitar slides to a perfect stop in the breath before the chorus. The unassuming drumming on "Letter of Complaint" breaks up a slow 4/4 so it sounds almost like a waltz. And where "Wet Blanket" drops to a hum before its final chorus, the bass is adorned with a quiet net of scrapes and chirps. The phenomenal "I'm So Unclean", with its flawless, surging melody, stands out as the best track, but "Bo Diddley", "Threads" and "Telling Lies" are tied for a close second. "Letter of Complaint" turns down the volume and the tempo, but the twisting tune and careful arrangement never drag. The acoustic closer "You're Joking", the only song not written by Dan Moss but by his brother Olly, disarms with its subdued simplicity.
The lyrics are oddly antisocial, although it's easy to overlook this with the songs' youthful energy and enticing melodies. But at least three or four tracks are dedicated to wanting to stay at home and be left alone. Meanwhile, the deeply paranoid "Threads" refers to the British Cold War film about an England wiped out by nuclear war. You won't catch the band taking itself too seriously, though; there's always a hint of the tongue-in-cheek. "Catch Your Cold" is an entertaining list of things the author is afraid of ("public transport officials") and not afraid of ("catching your cold"). And I don't want to give too much away, so I will just say that "A Small Child" is certainly one of the funniest songs to see vinyl in 2012.
A pop band is a pop band, and Evans the Death hasn't invented anything new. - Popmatters


"Evans the Death @ Camden Barfly, 8th September 2011 - John Kennedy’s XFM X-Posure Live"

It would be easy to pigeon-hole Evans the Death before you’ve even heard a note tonight. A female lead singer with striking blonde hair, backed by a group of lads ready to bash out some melodic guitar riffs and it could be the late 80’s / early 90’s all over again and the comparisons to Fortuna Pop labelmates The Primitives, could begin. Evans the Death are not here to be typecast though. When they walk onto the Barfly stage for one of John Kennedy’s excellent X-Posure nights they look young and almost ill-at-ease, but when they play their sound is bold and heavy. Katherine Whitaker’s voice is rich and distinct, but sometimes battling to rise above the heavily distorted sound of Matt Gill’s second guitar, all the while the lead parts of main songwriter Dan Moss’ guitar dance round the melodic hooks on tracks such as Telling Lies and The Thread. Maybe it’s the weight of knowing that they were being recorded for XFM, or perhaps they are just that shy, as between song chat is kept to the bare minimum. “Thank yous” and “this next song is…” are the most the band express, prompting their manager to heckle them from the crowd into promoting their singles clearer, leading to a slightly awkward laugh from Whitaker. It’s a shame that the sound levels are slightly out for their set because some of their tracks are brilliant. One half of new AA side single I’m so Unclean is the standout, with the pop-punk bass solo intro leading to the full on assault of the melody kicking in, it hits you like a freewheeling truck. As she sings the tale of heartbreak and loneliness Whitaker’s voice acquires almost Morrissey-esque inflections, whilst lyrics such as “So I stared at the cat for a while” and “When I’m watching the shopping channel, I will think of you” perfectly capture the banality of post-breakup introspection. Whilst impressive, it’s by no means a perfect set for Evans the Death tonight, with the keys and the vocals sometimes getting battered into a corner by the guitars, but with Whitaker’s awesome voice and their clever song-writing they’re certainly worth checking out. - It's All Happening


"Evans the Death - New On Fortuna POP!"

Evans the Death may be a rather morbid band name – it is actually the moniker of the undertaker in Dylan Thomas’s ‘Under Milk Wood’ – but these new young popslinger’s status as one of the most energetic new bands around takes us far from any state of rigamortis.

The five piece release their debut single ‘Threads’ on 4 July on Fortuna Pop! following in the footsteps of The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart and Allo Darlin’, with an album scheduled for release later in the year. Comprising Dan Moss (guitar, vocals), Olly Moss (bass), Katherine Whitaker (vocals keys), Rob Mitson (drums), and Matt Gill (guitar), Evans the Death began life after a chance encounter between Dan and Katherine at a gig a couple of years ago.

With a not so unusual list of all the best influences – Morrissey, Lawrence Felt, Edwyn Collins, and Jarvis Cocker and the scuzzed up melodic exuberance of early My Bloody Valentine, Pavement, The Pixies, and the I Am Kurious Oranj era of The Fall – you’d be forgiven for expecting something of a typical indie band. But what comes out is their own blend of musical reportage with the kind of youthful nervy-ness that makes for a perfectly pitched pop sensibility.

Early shows had more than a hint of comedy with a once ever performance of their ‘Crying Song’ at Brixton Windmaill, with Matt sobbing hysterically over music that sounded a bit like ‘In Dulci Jubilo’ by Mike Oldfield. “It was then that we decided to do it properly,” says Dan and listening now, proper it has become.

Their imminent first release, latent-cold-war-paranoia love-song ‘Threads’, produced by Rory Bratwell (Test Icicles/RAT:ATT:AGG/Kasms), sets personal love stories under a cloud of nuclear war no less, inspired by watching 1984’s notoriously stark nuclear war docudrama of the same name. After all, there’s nothing like the dread of Apocalypse to put things into perspective – as Katherine chants, “You put the fear of god into me/why did I watch that documentary?”

From tears to death to apocalypse, this is a band in fear of their lives. But don’t expect Evans the Death to lie down and die. More like dance on everyone else’s graves with their turmoil of a debut single, accompanied by a wickedly fun video! Vital, unhinged and fun. - Flux


"Oh, Evans the Death"

How delightful that a band who showed so much early promise have delivered. Noisy, raucous pop fun, and weighing in at just over two minutes, the debut Evans the Death single is a joy. This reminds me of the first time I heard Pixies or Tunabunny or Horowitz or any of those bands that seems to make such sweet sounds by physically abusing their instruments. Cuddle this one quickly. - A Layer Of Chips


"Evans The Death - Threads"

Evans The Death are young, they look even younger - and they do that melodic yet frazzled pop thing that only the young can seem to do, perfectly.

Preceding a debut album later this year, 'Threads' is their debut single; a frenetic, articulate piece of art pop/rock that recalls some of the better moments of Britpop. Think early, raw sounding Blur fronted by Justine Frischmann (yeah, it’s that Britpop).

At times it seems like the song is unravelling at 100-miles an hour, but they’re a knowing lot (they’re named after the undertaker in Dylan Thomas's Under Milk Wood, don’t you know) and there’s sharp songwriting at play here. The hooks are all in the right place, brash and urgent in the very best way.

There’s also sardonic wit courtesy of singer Katherine Whitaker’s paranoid lyrics. She repeats “you put the fear of god into me / why did I watch that documentary?” which helps to make her sound vulnerable yet imperious, a very neat trick if you can pull it off.

All over in just two minutes, burning out amid a screech of feedback, you’re left with an urgent, fresh, clever and fun (we want our music to be fun, don’t we?) statement of intent from a band with a lot of promise. - This Is Fake DIY


"YOUR NEW FAVOURITE BAND #4: EVANS THE DEATH"

As anyone who's ever tried to pluck one out of thin air will be able to testify, a good band name is hard to find. A common fallback solution for the creatively redundant is to reference something from the arts world - this can be a book, a poem, or a film, but nine times out of ten it is another band's song. Boring. If you're going to reference something, you should at least make it something obscure. Calling yourselves Wonderwall would be career suicide; borrow the title of an unreleased demo by a cult hardcore band, on the other hand, and you're set for life.

By adopting the moniker of a supporting character (an undertaker, no less) in Dylan Thomas's 1954 radio drama Under Milk Wood, the five members of indie-pop act Evans the Death are making a clear statement: they're smart, maybe a tiny bit pretentious, and they aren't afraid to be different. I applaud their choice.

A good name, however, will only get you so far. Fortunately, Evans the Death have the tunes to deliver. The bands's debut single Threads (released 4 July on Fortuna POP!) barely scrapes past the two minute mark, but it's as intelligent and wildly exciting as anything else I've heard this year. How many other young British bands would have the confidence to launch their careers with a song about Cold War-era anxiety? I'll let you ponder that one. Inspired by the 1984 documentary of the same name, it's fitting that Threads recalls some of that era's finest indie music, such as The Fall, My Bloody Valentine, and influential lo-fi pioneers Black Tambourine. - No Ripcord


"This Week's Singles: 04/07/11"

Evans The Death have written a song about watching a well bad documentary and then being annoyed because they can’t get it out of their heads. This is a good subject for a shonky shuffly pop song and I know what they mean; one turn about Jan Švankmajer;s Alice was QUITE ENOUGH FOR ME THANKS VERY MUCH YOU POLISH STOP FRAME BASTARD MENTILIST.

‘That’s not a documentary, Wendy’.

‘I KNOW.’ - Drowned In Sound


"Evans The Death - Threads"

A great band who have as much talent as they have hair, a set of great songs and great locks that dismay the less gifted and less hirsute in equal measure. They’re a great live act and their debut single captures their natural exuberance. Citing bad dreams caused by the nuclear war docu-drama of the same name, ‘Threads’ is fuzz-frosted punk-pop with vivid vocals courtesy of the voice-blessed Katherine Whitaker and a noble amount of Pixies and My Bloody Valentine influences, showing off an impeccable musical education. It’s a joyfully charismatic performance, with plenty of wit and masses of noise, a marker for even better things to come. - SoundsXP


"Tracklist: Evans The Death - Threads/I'm So Unclean"

Not often, as in not at all before now, we post two tracks on the same post, but as this is a double A-side out 4th July on the mighty Fortuna Pop! we feel justified. Additionally it's a band we're seeing great things in the future for, Clapham/Chelmsford's Evans The Death exhibiting two songs crashing none-shall-pass C86 that roared that total four and a half minutes. The first features a feedback frenzy just under the crust and actually appears to be about the titular nuclear war drama, the second a frantic garage college rock juggernaut that gets a shot of downers before it can go too far into its spasms. All the while, Katherine Whitaker emotes plantively with the best of them. - Sweeping The Nation


"Single Review: Evans the Death – Threads"

The first and last time I heard Evans the Death it was at the Lexington when lead singer Katherine Whitaker’s vocal chords were struggling due to a rather nasty cold. So it’s nice to hear her in fine voice for new single ‘Threads’, an entertaining pop ditty about how documentaries can scare the bejesus out of you (
you put the fear of god into me / why did I watch that documentary?). Like a less angular version of Elastica, from the off it’s a spiky, slightly ramshackle and very noisy pop song with a great melody and you can’t ask for more than that! - Punk Rock Ist Nicht Tot


"Evans The Death - I’m So Unclean"

Do you know that sensation you get when you’re suddenly jarred from stillness by that feeling of falling, even when no danger of any form is present? It’s an oddly terrifying yet fleeting lack of control that takes hold for those few seconds. Evans The Death tap into that moment and eke out two and a half minutes of plummeting, with short-lived plateaus of slight calm before everything dives downwards once more.

Their latest single, ‘I’m So Unclean’, has the five-some reeling from some unrevealed situation that leaves the taste of dirt in the mouth of lead singer Katherine Whitaker, tastefully announcing her filthy status with a voice that feels, all at once, worried, apathetic and angry.

The guitars and beat recall early 90s art rock, all jagged edges and surprisingly sudden exclamations and pauses. Speeding along with the rush and bustle of a band on the charge, Evans The Death certainly seem to have embedded themselves in the 90s revival but utilise the captivating tones of their lead lady and an angular approach to stumble ever so slightly away from the shoegaze glut that has taken the spotlight. Wherever they land is still undecided but their target could be somewhere bright and flashing. - This Is Fake DIY


"I’M SO UNCLEAN BY EVANS THE DEATH"

An indie pop band from the UK named after a character from Dylan Thomas’ 1954 radio play Under Milk Wood, this precocious slice of power indie pop punk is everything an indie music fan can ask for. Thundering Velvet Underground-esque drums, searing guitar lead lines and a narcotic vocal which coos and coaxes your ears.

Picking up heaps of industry interest in the UK, this is a refreshing blast of indie pop punk that stands out from all the overproduced commercial indie landfill music currently cluttering up the airwaves – check this out! - Tone Deaf


"Evans The Death, “I’m So Unclean”"

We don’t speak of our fast-paced punk-pop music as “beautiful” and “yearning” much, do we? Yes we do, now we do. London’s Evans The Death brings an original flavor to post-post-post Buzzcocksyism with their downright romantical “I’m So Unclean.” Singer Katherine Whitaker achieves, with guitarists Dan Moss and Matt Gill, a synergy reminiscent of what Morrissey created with Johnny Marr. Her voice is mad-love drop-dead sexy in an indie pouty way, and the lyrics are gorgeous. Look, you had me at “I’ll stare at the cat for a while.” I have huge band crush. Have since I posted the other “side” of this maxi-single, a coupla weeks ago. OMGawd. I’m fawning! Stop me now! Like-ify them on Faceborg. I’m taking a cold shower. - Elephant Backup


"Singles for the week starting 5 September!"

Tautology or not, bands like London’s Evans the Death make ‘punk pop’ a legitimate sub genre. Absorbing lead vocalist Katherine Whitaker’s classic 70s vocal with cleverly assembled lyrics, ‘I’m So Unclean’ runs on a frenetic bass, furry guitar and crash-heavy percussion. The racket of their musical style reflects a state of mind in lyrics about the realities of modern youth, as Whitaker characterises a nervous breakdown with a suitably numbing portrayal: “so I stare at the cat for a while/ the minutes have changed into miles, and I’m too tired to walk.” This is a wonderful marriage of converse elements elegantly crafted into its own neat mess.
Steph Kretowicz - Artrocker


"Evans The Death Are Not Hanson"

Whilst chatting to Matt from the ever-excellent Pigeon Post the other day, the conversation inevitably blundered over into the discussion of new bands. We both agreed that there are two horrible truths when it comes to wading through the daily submission pile: that we make our minds up within the first ten seconds, and that a snap analysis is made of the band’s members within the same time.

Evans The Death are one of the lucky few who get past the first few seconds. And my snap judgement? Nice middle class boys who’ve managed to bag a talented and attractive singer. Horrible, aren’t I?

Before the band decide to hunt me down and beat me to a pulp with their school-bags, let me praise The Sleeping Song, a joyful slice of teenage enthusiasm with a chorus that arches in and out of the song with long, graceful swoops. Evans The Death could have been parachuted in from any point during Indie’s long-gone, greedily-scavenged and tremulously-held glory days: a rare achievement and testimony to their sharp song-writing.

The band only occasionally betrays their youthfulness, when songs breathlessly rush ahead, lungs bursting and eyes bulging. But this has never been a criticism of any band ever, except Hanson. And despite the presence of a blonde long-haired singer, Evans The Death are not Hanson. But they are lovely, graceful and sharp. Their mothers can be proud. - Artrocker


Discography

7" single "Threads" / "I'm So Unclean" Sept 2011
7" single "Telling Lies" March 2012
LP / CD "Evans The Death" April 2012

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Bio

Following in the footsteps of Fanfarlo, The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart and Allo Darlin’, Evans The Death are the first new band to be signed by London, UK based label Fortuna POP! in two years, with their records also being released by Slumberland Records in the US.

Evans the Death make frenetic, emotionally astute, and irresistibly infectious punk pop which exudes the kind of unbridled charisma, lacerating intelligence, and runaway energy which ought to make bands ten years their senior weep with envy. Comprised of 18 and 19-year-olds Dan Moss (guitar, vocals), Olly Moss (guitar), Katherine Whitaker (vocals, keys), Rob Mitson (drums), and Lan McArdle (bass), and named after the undertaker in Dylan Thomas's Under Milk Wood, Evans the Death are poised to fulfill their potential as one of the most refreshing, restless, and unnervingly brilliant new groups around.

The band released their debut single "Threads" / "I'm So Unclean" via Fortuna POP! in 2011 to some critical acclaim, including being made John Kennedy's X-Posure Big One on radio station XFM, plays on BBC Radio One and 6music, and five star reviews in Artrocker magazine and on Drowned In Sound website. They followed this up in 2012 with a second single and their self-named debut album, both produced by Rory Bratwell (Test Icicles / RAT:ATT:AGG / Kasms). The album saw more good reviews for the band, including a 4/5 review in Q magazine.

Dan, Rob, and Matt initially met at school in Chelmsford and played in bands together, but it took a chance meeting between Dan and singer Katherine at a show a year or so later to lead to the first incarnation of Evans the Death, the line-up being completed with the addition of Dan’s younger brother Olly.

Having evidently spent a good proportion of their young lives attuned as much to the lyrical dexterity and finesse of Morrissey, Lawrence Felt, Edwyn Collins, and Jarvis Cocker, as to the scuzzed up melodic exuberance of early My Bloody Valentine, Pavement, The Pixies, and the I Am Kurious Oranj era of The Fall, the band effortlessly blend precocious musical literacy with the kind of unerring self-awareness which makes for a perfectly pitched pop sensibility. Katherine's vertiginous, primal, and urgent vocal delivery electrifies lyrics which alternate between the scathingly acerbic and the boldly fragile.

Elegantly handled self-deprecation, mordant wit, and a willingness to embrace your own awkwardness go a long way when you have the kind of sophisticated grasp on the things that make music urgent, vital, and exhilarating which Evans the Death manifestly do. A band as young, compellingly unhinged, and hyper-intelligent as this more than deserve the anticipation they are already generating amongst new fans across the country.

"The quintet's debut is a scrappy yet romantic proposition, like greasy chips at 4 am. But it's smart and gutsy to: a clatter and pummel underscoring Katherine Whitaker's sweet, yet punchy vocals… Evans the Death manage to make humdrum everyday existence sound quite magical." Q ****

"Absorbing lead vocalist Katherine Whitaker's classic 70s vocal with cleverly assembled lyrics "I'm So Unclean" runs on a frenetic bass, furry guitar and crash-heavy percussion… This is a wonderful marriage of converse elements elegantly crafted into its own neat mess." Artrocker ******

"Sparkling UK indie debut, ending on a terrific downbeat." Uncut

"Channelling the scuzzy, shambolic spirit of 90s era art rock, whilst recalling The Long Blondes in debut single "Threads", the music works best at its most unashamedly poppy moments, as ragged and frayed as they may be." The Fly

"The band perfectly capture the angst and joy of youth through scuzzy guitar work and echoing vocals… And just like the best young bands, their debut album is bursting with infectious, coming undone music - and brimming with vigour and ambition." The 405

"Imagine a band whose sole intention was to kick in your front door and play a cracking pop tune in your hall. Imagine a band so young and vital that you just want to pick them up and shake them." Narc