Reviews for "Autumn":
"The
layers of overdriven guitars add to the dreamlike state and the
swooning female vocals give the songs an aching beauty and a gracefully
mysterious undertone that, when combined with the welcome sense of
urgency and drama the band plays with throughout, give the impression
that the songs actually mean something to them. [...] You can call it
shoegaze if that helps, you can call it Flying Nun with an extra layer
of noise too." (Tim Sendra, All Music Guide)
"The
Golden Awesome demonstrate a sonic authority that seems effortless, so
totally and completely do they cast their collective net. Contemporaries
of bands like Ringo Deathstarr and Young Prisms, the band undoubtedly
pays homage to My Bloody Valentine with their wondrous washes of drone
and fuzz, not to mention the deliciously dastardly guitars alongside
some intoxicating, female-heavy vocals that land somewhere betwixt those
on Loveless and those found in certain Lush songs. The end result is
quite an aural opiate." (Megan, Fuzzy Logic)
"Layers
of syrupy guitar distortion, harmony female vocals, middling chug-a-lug
tempos and fuzz enough to drown in. And you know what? It all works
just fine. [...] Vocalist Stef Animal delivers the goods in a languid,
whispery moan that floats above the prevailing noise clutter like oil
atop choppy waves." (David Maine, Popmatters)
"As soon as the first barrage
of huge distorted chords began to rumble out of my speakers, I knew I’d made a
wise choice. [...] The Golden Awesome make big, dreamy and
all-enveloping guitar music, […] craft songs rich with melody, drama and
personality, with the usual Jesus & Mary Chain/My Bloody Valentine
references employed as a launching pad rather than a blueprint." (Grant
Smithies, Sunday Star Times (NZ))
"A
great place to start with your new favourite band who also happen to be
one of the best live acts in the country." (Westely Holdsworth, NZ
Musician Magazine)
"A good record for a scene in a
movie where a bunch of really intelligent people have been invited to a
dinner party but the hostess spiked the soup with DMT and now everyone's
wiggling around on a beautiful carpet, staring at the ceiling with
glassy eyes." (Ari Spool, Impose Magazine)