"the best threads of Viracochas suggest that *SONS is one of the brightest new bands in the
Triangle, juxtaposing kaleidoscopic psychedelics and resplendent tones with sundried melancholy and bleached atmospheres."
—
Grayson Currin, Independent Weekly
“Even at its murkiest,
most suffocating density, Viracochas is entirely
pleasant.The band envelops its listeners, lulling
them into a trance and capturing their attention
such that at the end of "Cielo," the album's final
track, the abrupt silence is deafening."”
—
Daily Tarheel
“‘Viracochas’ continues to change, freely trans-
forming and swirling rock genres en masse to
create a persuasive and seductive trance-like
state. fantastically alluring." ”
—
Tasty
"*SONS plays that languid, ringing sort of pop I
associate with New Zealand. Music that drives
your mind to new and interesting spaces, even
while it blisses out the pleasure centers."
—
Aiding and Abetting
“
"...reminiscent of some of the more peculiar acid-
drenched pop bands from the 1990s. If you like
your pop peppered with plenty of mental
elements...you are likely to find a lot to love here." ”
—
babysue
“The music gets right up into your frontal lobes, generating oddly visual impressions, and generally mucking up the boundaries between the senses. There's even a scientific term for this -- synesthesia -- in which people see sounds as colors, or "taste" certain shapes and forms. ”
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dyscern
“It's hard to deny killer guitar riffs like those heard on wall-of-sound rave-ups "Kill the Culprit" and "White Noise." That said, I left these six tracks thinking Brian Jonestown Massacre meets Pink Mountaintops, and how wise they were to keep it at only six songs. Rating: Yes”
—
Lazy-i
