The Guardian: There is something subtly contrary about this band: their most enigmatic song bears the name Warpaint, while their least-composed song - which opens in a fury of shouted vocals and uncoils in a meandering jam of slowly detuned guitars - is called Composure.
Spin: While too many indie girl groups seem content to rebuild the Wall of Sound brick by brick, this Los Angeles quartet dedicate their hypnotic harmonies and guitars to a different cause: the House of Ian Curtis.
Blare Magazine: Identical to a brunette in a summer dress at a loft party, The Fool is mysteriously attractive. It's shy yet riveting, softspoken yet mesmerizing.
Clash Music: There is a hypnotic atmosphere throughout, with harsh tinny guitars drilling through your head, and the LP's only real letdown is that it would benefit from the injection of a change of pace to invigorate the moodiness.
The Fool is out now via Rough Trade.
