"Country-rock, avant-garde blues, prog-funk, experimental rock - any and all of these labels are accurate, yet each only begins to brush the surface of the band's style."
(All Music Guide)

"Imagine Phish after each member of the band downed seven Red Bulls. Or, King Crimson, but more intense. Or, Dream Theater, though with more fusion and jazz. Then, add them all together, hit turbo, and you might come close to the beauty that is Dreadnaught, but probably not."
(Progarchy) 

"It’s another instrumental tour de force that is distinctly Dreadnaught right from the off... As with much of Dreadnaught’s work, this is an album that grows in stature as you listen, and repeated visits pay healthy dividends. The joy that the band imbue into everything they do, and their dexterity in delivering it, is guaranteed to spread a smile across even the most careworn visage. I always look forward to a new Dreadnaught release, and this one certainly doesn’t disappoint."
(The Progressive Aspect)

"Five songs that blend dazzling musicianship and the band’s trademark sense of humour." 
(DPRP's Something For The Weekend)

"Dreadnaught’s seemingly endless talents and eccentricities have not only stood the test of time, but continue to grow." 
(The Sound)

"Dreadnaught come out fighting with fuzz bass, heavy guitar, and roaring rhythms. I haven't heard this kind of fury since the glory days of 'Nucleus' era Anekdoten." 
(Albums Under The Radar)

"One of the best-kept secrets of the whole U.S. progressive rock scene." 
(Dutch Progressive Rock Page)

"A gentle warning, however: this EP may not be quite so enjoyable for listeners who prefer the simpler compositional aspects of progressive rock music, as it should be stressed that Dreadnaught’s deliverance of weird rock is by no means an understatement." 
(Lady Obscure)

"A very good mess."
(Progshine)

"The sound of terror."
(John Updike)

"This is Art. This is the realization of a dream. This is intention and ambition married to execution and creativity... This is lights-off, lying on your bed, staring into the blackness stuff. Or something to have weird sex by. Your call."
(Portland Phoenix)

"Talk about nuts - who else would have the stones to kick off their CD with a reference to Isaac Asimov ("R. Daneel Olivaw") by bouncing tinkling ivories over a thudding industrial beat? Or to name a song after a feisty freshwater game fish ("Northern Pike”), haul out that industrial beat and layer it over with whimsical harmonica, twangy blues guitar, and zippy strings? Gots to be Dreadnaught."
(ProgressiveWorld)

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