" A headphones record disguised in dancefloor dress, with familiar elements—metronomic bass booms, drum-tight claps, efflorescing soft-synth arpeggios—weaving in and out of eerie negative space. Drops arrive at strange moments or not at all; the beat might just shimmer apart into almost nothing and then slip back in through an unseen side door.
Not that it’s too cerebral—the field-stripped “All in the Knees,” a loping early-album standout, would have no trouble moving the floor at a Motorco showcase (remember those?). But don’t miss the bangers stashed at the end. The glorious dance-pop climaxes of “7-Minute Hug” and “Dance Until You Cry” are worth waiting around for in and of themselves, and they put a surprisingly euphoric, emotional cap on what’s otherwise a more coolly angular record." ~ Brian Howe // Indy Week