Low Skies:

8.1 from PITCHFORK for All The Love I Could Find.

Tucson Weekly "Cocksure enough to meander down dangerous deserted back alleys at 4 in the morning, but human enough to be scared to death by what it finds. The perfect accompaniment to a solitary, late night desert road trip."

Alternative Press "Moody, country-tinged atmospheric rock that sounds like it was baked to a finish (take that any way you like) in the American Southwest."

Willamette Week "It's as if, somewhere in Colorado, Joy Division and Uncle Tupelo had a monumental bout of fisticuffs, [and] Jeff Buckley and Robert Smith stood on the sidelines and cheered. And when the titans left they agreed to keep Low Skies their perfect little secret."

Portland Mercury "The Stories on The Bed- full of the King James Bible, murder, Texas, dead babies, bloodlust, and plain lust- might give the listener the feeling that [vocalist Christopher Salveter] had listened to a lot of Nick Cave and read Carson McCullers and Flannery O'Connor; there's a very Catholic sense of retribution and punishment here. But an elegant loneliness suffuses Salveter's lyrics."

Weekly Alibi "Chicago's Low Skies sound as if they've methodically absorbed the souls of Calexico and The Blue Nile- the creepy mystique of barren Southwestern deserts at night- meets- heady British secret society pop. Fans of the aforementioned bands and others like Macha, The Album Leaf, and Elliot, will be stunned into submission."

The Onion "Christopher Salveter's languid, pained vocals set the grim tone and leisurely tempo, and Luther Rochester's shimmering keyboard flourishes provide a touch of hope to the sound."

The Austin Chronicle "After the giddy rush of intoxication subsides, the various scourges of troubled minds re-emerge in aching relief, and that's where a band like Low Skies comes in."

Ribbon Effect:

The Wire "...an intriguing combination of twangy guitar, accordion, electroacoustics and digital sounds.  Where fellow Chicagoans Califone evoked transit and intransience in their music, Ribbon Effect expressed a profound wanderlust."

Terrorizer "...ability to capture some archetypal in-between-lines melancholy; the dry yellow grass growing behind the hall of mirrors in a deserted seaside amusement park.  Ribbon Effect take those sub-texts, and magnify them some more, diving into those hints of silence behind REM's sweetness and Fugazi's rage, and elaborating on them with a long and winding, instrumental breath."

Magnet "Think the world needs another dubby instrumental band from Chicago?  I didn't, until i heard Slip...  Ribbon Effect draws on a vocabulary of ever-evolving melodies and rhythms that recall the shape-shifting of Steve Reich and the more contemplative Krautrock bands."

Chicago Tribune "Like Rome and Tortoise before them, the trio weave repeating keyboard lines, deliberately paced programmed rhythms, and pensive guitar and bass melodies into open-ended instrumental compositions that evoke a sense of nostalgia."

Clear Spot "An interplay of chiming guitars, dub influenced bass, lingering keyboard melodies and electronics gives way to desolate tones and barren landscapes which in turn evolve into pronounced rhythmic patterns. At times recalling excursions of Augustus Pablo, This Heat, Pluramon, Pan American, and Rome."

The Warmbloods:

 The Quaker Goes Deaf  "Debut release from Chicago band who combine a dark, piercing urgency with sensual, rolling turmoil and melody threaded with the allure and promise of something beautiful & dirty & joyous...  Coursing through your veins like a mainline heater on a mission, “2013” is a strong, hard-fisted love-punch to the gut!"

Time Out Chicago "Watchers and Low Skies were two of our favorite local bands...  So we're positively pumped that a new band, The Warmbloods, has risen from the ashes.  ...sounding a little like Television if filtered through I.R.S. Records' A&R division."


Overdub “…like waking up in someone else’s dream of a western wilderness landscape filled with old rattling, heaving, gambling machines.”

WFMU DJ dBlumin “…a night train of sonic and emotional exploration… like Joy Division spread out onto the West Texas landscape…”