"Crisp, melodic bass lines, fuzzed-out guitar jangle, and reverb-saturated, deep-well vocals, all awash in layers of murky keys, come together in 2-3 minute psych-pop bursts interspersed with a few slightly more adventurous synth tunes. Taken as a whole, the overall feel of the album is, los grillos imagines, not unlike the aural equivalent of waking at dawn on a fog-rolled beach as somewhere behind the heavy grey day the sun is just starting to think about warming its way through the constant cool breeze that chills your bones and makes you wish you had a lighter instead of matches or damned if you might never get that joint lit." - Los Grillos Collective
"In the John Hughes movie of existence this song would be blaring at a prom. Where the misfits in the corner start dancing by themselves and mumbling the self-negating lyrics to themselves. With the boom of Goth and twang of Surf, if this is the direction Mope Pop is going, count me in" - Pop Occulture
