"I died tonight. Heartbreakingly beautiful vibe guided by Julianna Barwick + St. Vincent in the enchanted forest." — Pitchfork.

"Thin and striking, Annie Clark, a.k.a. St. Vincent, looks like a Chanel model, even when she is tuning... Half-smiling with her eyes closed, Ms. Clark hunched over her instrument, beating it with her palm and stomping her high heels on the small stage. The room was small enough that the audience could hear Ms. Clark's fingers move across the guitar strings..." — The New York Observer.

"...absurdly exclusive, secretive, hard-to-find, smoke-filled basement show at Ramiken Crucible, a narrow basement gallery no one's ever heard of that sits south of East Broadway." — The New York Times Magazine.

"Presenting Salem in a different context turned out to be a bit of a revelation, at least for the 100 or so people in the space, including Liv Tyler, in sensible flats, who nudged up against Terence Koh, not in sensible flats." — The New York Times.

"When they finally go on, before approximately 50 people who paid $20 to be there and 40 others who know something the others don't, Salem are spellbinding... amid bass-triggered strobes, fog thick enough for Jack the Ripper, and a cerulean and crimson light show, they are three figures conjuring coma sex, piety, death-bed weightlessness." — The Village Voice.

"So Saturday night's secret post-Siren, post-South Street Seaport party was drunken bikini bash out in Bed-Stuy, where Golden Triangle's O.J. San Felipe managed to electrocute himself via the deadly combination of crowd surfing, Christmas lights, and a healthy puddle of beer on the floor. Fellow Seaport refugees Thee Oh-Sees joined in the fun, as did Frankie Rose and the Outs, and a whole host of people in their underwear." — The Village Voice.

"When I came to, I found myself shirtless and scrubbing cake frosting out of my beard in the bathroom of Bed-Stuy's Tip- Top Bar... Such was the scene at Saturday night's Bed-Stuy Bikini Bash, put on by boutique events agency ABRACADABRA, which books off-the-grid shows at unusual venues around the city." — The New York Press.

"Really, we could use a word for it, that New York area show in which a variety of factors combine — imminent album release, absurd amounts of press attention, fervent old guard musician co-signs, a sold-out room, a novel sound, maybe — to make one of the thousands of shows that take place every night in NYC into a kind of special event you can't ever really duplicate, though everyone is always trying." — The Village Voice.

"Kraus and Miller practically set the stage at the intimate Greenpoint venue Coco 66 on fire Friday night, where they performed with Mr. Dream. The room almost broke the sound barrier when unexpected guest M.I.A. came on stage for the encore." — Paper Magazine.

"As if the hype wasn't through the roof enough, M.I.A. helped popularize the act her label co-signed (is that the right term?) a little bit more this evening by joining Sleigh Bells on stage at the end of their show at Coco66. The show's promoter Seva Granik writes, "MIA closes Sleigh Bells' set on "Ring Ring." Crowd go nut. Ima get another drank." — BrooklynVegan.