"not a million miles away from stuff Jeffrey Lewis would make, the key difference being that The Paraffins hold in there that Fujia and Miyagi funk to boot ... ‘Walled City’ is one of the most infectious songs I’ve heard in the last month ... there isn’t a weak track on this album." ....James Canham, Ark Magazine

"some rusty steampunk half robot version of Tom Waits" ....Lisa Marie Ferla, Last Year's Girl blog

"On this first album, anything goes, from bouncing indie tweets to clanking electro-fuelled potential hit records ... masquerades as a disco treat but gives a decent bite if you get just a little too close" ....JA, Manchester Music

"hypnotic rattling, tribal drumming, high pitched wails and warped growls.... a quite remarkable, musical mind f**ck!" ....David, Kowalskiy blog

"a wonderful record and very good at inspiring you to start a rebellion at work (even if it's only a tiny one, and only in your head)." ....Jenny Andreotti, Triumphs and Tragedies

"From base materials that would confound the ambitions of lesser talents, Knockentiber pop alchemist Billy Paraffin and his pals conjure wonderfully ramshackle dancing music with lyrical depth" ...Sean Welsh, The List