"...mixing the bittersweet jangle of the bar's darkened corners with the insistent thump of the dance floor and lyrics like that name on the tip of your tongue when you wake up and realize you're not in your own bed and you're not alone. It's not glaring Technicolor lipstick luminescence, but rather noir-ish black and white, all dramatic shadows and skewed angles, guitars shimmering sweetly in stark grayscale, rhythm section surging and thumping somewhere between the clank of ice in glasses and the pounding in your head the next morning..." -John Taraborelli, The Agenda April 2006