"Almost reaching into the financially untouchable Phil Spector sound on
the first track, it's just one of those obviously spontaneous and
instantly classic songs that you'll know by heart after the first play.
With the fully-loaded tracks that follow it, it's so refreshing to see
just how immediate and impressive the Box Elders' rudimentary pop cuts
through the bullshit and locks into a maxim that instantly sets them
apart from the growing legions of stripped-down simpletons."
VICTIM OF TIME
"About a year ago, the Box Elders rolled in to Columbus during one of
their first large-scale tours of the country. Those in the audience who
showed up—mostly due to the solid buzz surrounding the
band’s debut
7-inch on Grotto Records—left fully converted by the live set.
The
three-piece, which features brothers Jeremiah and Clayton McIntyre on
guitar and bass, respectively, and Dave Goldberg on drums and keys,
masterfully blends garage, pop and punk sounds into a potent mix then
topped off by lyrics that tend to explore the surreal and bizarre."
AGIT
READER
"A terrific garage pop-trio from Omaha with a sound half velvety fuzz
and half magnetic pop buzz."
INDY
WEEKLY
"The Box Elders play disarmingly simple, catchy pop music.... With
their repertoire of under-two minute, chant-worthy tunes, the Box
Elders are a band you can expect to become slowly and hopelessly hooked
on."
DAILY
TEXAN
"Box Elders stole the show Saturday night at Market Hotel (1/10/09)....
they left a lasting impression and had the whole, sold-out, Brooklyn
room going crazy."
BROOKLYN
VEGAN
"There are so many bands attempting to do this sound, and so few of
them get it this right. This sounds like something that John Peel would
have liked, and if he was still alive, I can imagine that he would have
added this 7" to his box of favorite records."
SEVEN
TEN TWELVE PRESS
"In a town where pretension can make it a little too easy to forget
about rocking out, waving your freak flag and letting your long hair
blow in the wind, The Box Elders take us back to a time when rock
‘n’ roll was the forbidden realm of druggies and thugs;
when it was, for all purposes, a dirty little secret shared among
black-leather clad friends between cigarette drags behind the school. "
OMAHA
READER