"Like a prisoner granted a brief conjugal visit, the new single from these self-confessed 'noisy prog rock bastards' packs a lot of activity into a short space of time. At various points over the course of its 209-second duration it resembles XTC, the Fall, Supergrass, the Crazy World Of Arthur Brown, the Beach Boys in space and Queens Of The Stone Age soundtracking a row about dietary requirements in the Knutsford branch of Little Chef." - Single Of The Week, The Guardian