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"Their sound is hard to pin down because of it’s eclectic and evolving nature, but think of a happy medium between The Replacements and the War On Drugs. Layers of gorgeous synths married with a sneering, DIY punk rock sensibility and expressive pontifications on death and love."
"Some tracks feel like Tears For Fears-indebted rave-ups while others boast slide guitar and country twang. It’s a jarring mesh but the two pull it off."
“A supremely gorgeous collection of ten different tracks that embody the soul of your favorite ‘80s synth-wave bands with the open-hearted punk rock angst of the Replacements.”
"If your music taste never left the ‘70s and ‘80s, or was transported back to those years, the sound Grapetooth have been channeling will be a welcome guiding pull into the present."
"The debut album from this Chicago duo comprised of Chris Bailoni and Twin Peaks guitarist Clay Frankel is an impressive set of New Waveish synth-pop inflected at times with anthemic folk-pop, combining bright analog synths, propulsive drum-machine beats and sparkling pop melodies."
"Grapetooth’s music is the perfect soundtrack for splitting a jug of Carlo Rossi, dancing til 5AM, and waking up on your friend’s couch clutching a half-eaten burrito and cursing whichever deity invented sunlight."
"A contender for one of the best Chicago releases of the year. Party anthems sit alongside doomy synth ballads about death."
"As Grapetooth, the two merge shimmering, melodic, '80s new wave influences with Frankel's impulsive garage punk instincts. Full of contradictions, it's a catchy combination that, in their hands, comes off like a charm."
"Grapetooth have stacked their album with urgent, grubby synth-based pop songs meant to burn up dance floors."
"If their aim was to respectfully recreate the soundtrack to a John Hughes movie, consider that goal met, as well. No matter their decade of influence, Grapetooth’s first album will have you dancing into the night with a glass (or bottle) of Two Buck Chuck in hand."
"Be it synthesizers from back alleys, lubricated commitments, or black-comedy transcriptions, Grapetooth’s existence can attest that finding greatness has little to do with deliberately looking for it.”
