Idiots manufacturing joy and dancing out the door.
"Eclectic and evocative, stirring together dusty cinematic arrangements with lyrical tales of depravity and hard-luck humanity that sound like something out of a Cormac McCarthy novel."
"Playing Americana 'slash blues', they sing, wail, lament, and brood over being drunk, hungover, alone, depressed, sweaty, and lost. A simple recount of a whiskey-inspired tradition on guitar and harmonica."
- Pop Montreal
"A contemporary-ancient brand of Americana similar to The Band or, at its crankiest extreme, Captain Beefheart... with a dirty Mersey Beat that'd shame the Animals."
- Philadelphia Citypaper
"It lands somewhere between The Basement Tapes and Anodyne, with a ragged, lo-fi aesthetic and lyrics drenched in heartbreak and whiskey.”
- Pop Matters