From ATTN:Magazine (http://www.attnmagazine.co.uk):
The elements force the melodies here into crooked growth. Each track on Giant Tadpoles Among Us carries a sort of phototropic slant; set on a giddy diagonal by the field recording confetti (cascades of sucked in words crafted from reversed conversation, wooden scrapes and impact tacked together into an organic typewriter mechanism) that swirls around and blots out large chunks of stereo space, leaving the guitars and voices to rise and swerve toward the sun along jaunty (but unavoidable) routes. The arrangements are pliable, comprised of a compositional bamboo that arches and diverges without snapping the pieces into dissociative ambient fragments, and even with the other rhythms and tonal activity that crumples against the bowed and bent totem core, I see each of this nine tracks as songs; boxed up constructions of beat and melody into which I read a loose, yet undoubtedly coherent, desire to communicate.
There’s something autumnal about it – the commencement of transient disconnection and loose debris tumbling down from the trees. The linear is dislodged ever so slightly, and there is a commotion in the album’s offsetting of place and chronology – sounds of the playground are blown forcefully into isolated patches of woodland and left to babble and loop, while house keys sway and jangle into guitars caught in a quivering, hyperventilated strum, forming mutually operative rhythms that slide gently out of parallel. I feel threatened by the way in which synchronicity peels apart – distrusting of the floor that cracks and shifts beneath me, clinging on helpless to the song that tries to assert itself: the one gravitated singularity in amongst the sound that jostles and wavers like tethered balloons.
From Gonzo (Circus) #119:
"De muziek klinkt zodoende alsof je stiekem meeluistert met de geluiden uit een werkelijk bestaande ruimte, maar dan wel een waarin logica en normale wetten niet bestaan."
Translated from Sentireascoltare (www.sentireascoltare.com):
"...Time is dilated, the reverberations of the guitars in the loop have a hypnotic effect, melancholic atmospheres/noise (In Other Ages We Were Bruce Lee, Offshore) that directly links to a musicality of Godspeed You! Black Emperor, while the more melodic (Ze Zelf Weet Dat Ook, Offshore) wink at the piano passages from Ólafur Arnalds and plush carpets in Portishead style... ...Spectral interference from the background matrix, Floydian post-rock (Silent) and reverb shoegaze Slowdive (Jan) certify everything...."
From Mania (www.platomania.com):
"... put uit een aantal invloeden, waarvan duidelijke, zoals Syd Barrett en Portishead. Maar eigenwijs en goed. Bedoeling is dat live gespeeld gaat worden, raden hoe, maar interessant. Vaak draaien dit mooie album."
Pet your foxes well. Or else, they will pull their guns. Leave you covered in flour. Like a failing matador. Put a panty
over your head. And listen to your waggling tail. We’re all struggling toddlers after all. Use toiletpaper wisely. Only buy cats in sealed boxes. And sit on a duck…
If you’re not willing to swim. Invite your friends and lift some seals together. And scare a cat if you can....more