Andrew McDonald, Journalist

Should these two collaborate again, the results could be masterful.

Each song felt like a gift; this was music held together with a delicate touch for open ears. And all those that heard it were thankful and moved.

There’s little argument against the band’s recorded power, but its now obvious to the lucky and hearing-damaged crowd that The Men are designed for the stage.

The poorly produced synth sounds and strangely embarrassing lyrics will turn most off.

The album does fall into its groove a little too quickly, and certain songs (Visions) aren’t needed at all, so the 45-minute effort does manage to somehow feel overlong.

This is relevant, living, music lying between humanity and construction – the organic and the artificial.

TV Snow may become Australian indie rock stalwarts someday; they certainly know how to write a catchy song. But that day is not today.