“Greg Gonzalez is, evidently, very much a believer in not attempting to fix what isn’t broken. It’s not just that Cry sounds like the first Cigarettes After Sex album – it sounds like a tribute to the first Cigarettes After Sex album. Lads, have we remembered the whispered, androgynous vocals? Have we got the pace sepulchral? Stop playing chords, dammit, we need spidery guitar lines! Nevertheless,”
“a headphones record of seductive grooves and slow-burning lust”
“Greg Gonzalez has a lovely voice and a convincingly atmospheric take on dream pop, neither of which is well served by his two-dimensional fantasies.”
“If Beach House is the meal, Cigarettes After Sex is now the faint neutralized waft of flavour when you begrudgingly wash the dishes, scraping off the residue of old food and dried gravy. A variant of this tasted good, once upon a time. Their self-titled debut became one of those records that appeared from nowhere, that everyone thought they had discovered before everyone else. The cinema noir sen”
