This is the least fashionable album I have heard in ages, and all the better for it. It is also easy to digest, so much so that I wouldn’t be surprised if Frightened Rabbit broke through into the mainstream arena, despite, or maybe even aided by, its hip, “small label” affiliation with indie powerhouse FatCat. There is still a pub rock feel to them, and one thinks that if they do become stars they will not forget how they got there nor will they belittle their considerable songwriting talents by adding bloated instrumentation or feigned emotion.

(tinymixtapes.com)