"...it feels like Disappears have managed to kidnap the very essence of what Rock and Roll is, or has ever been, and torture it until it cries out in pain for twenty-seven sinewy, scabrous minutes that, to steal a line from Lester Bangs, should really only be described as 'a real earthquake mindfuck'. The brevity and force of the album makes it feel like the work of condemned men who have decided to see how far they can get and how disruptive they can be before the transmission cuts out."
Drowned in Sound