Andrew McDonald, Journalist

This is a pleasant, occasionally excellent, danceable and quasi-experimental record, and is sure to satisfy those wanting more Thom Yorke.

This set was draining, physically and emotionally, to be sure, and could be seen as being music for masochists; but there was beauty in the brutality.

This is dumb, obnoxious, energetic and childish fun – and god it’s done brilliantly.

As it stands, Spine Hits is an indicator of a band torn between ideas.

The record does everything right, doesn’t outstay its welcome and confronts the listener; there’s little chance fans won’t adore this punk, guttural torrent of noise.

This is neo-soul, funky jazz pop for 2013.

It won’t win over unbelievers, but regardless, m b v is an absolute triumph.