Absolutely sizzling, transistor-blowing guitars seep through this recording like sweat through the sheets during a hallucinatory smallpox-induced nightmare on this 7”. With nods to the most terrifying, brain-frying aspects of MINISTRY, and an acid-washed treatment that is informed by the best of modern noise, this record awkwardly circles around the wagons, arrows flaming in the desert night. The tribal, pounding drums set the stage for bloodletting. This wall is punctured and slathered by effected, moaning vocals that epitomize a violently drunken Gibby Haynes— “in other words, extremely irritating to parents and animals but otherwise awesome”. (Time Out New York)

“There are synths, piled on in dense layers, pulsing, groaning and grinding...and what I can only guess is a horrendously distorted guitar being hit with something. It all gets stirred together into a loping, lurching groove, and up pops the broken tape recorder vocals...through thick layers of nasty haze, kind of like how the SWELLMAPS used to do it, but much more threatening. If you like being unsettled, definitely check this out.” (David Christensen, Fake Jazz)

"Indian Jewelry plays their music in an arty (post) punk style but rather dark and with a style of their own." - funprox.com

"Amazing amazing trippy, violent, noisy, drony, original stuff that can’t really compared to anything." - savagemagazine.com