Originally available via Death To Dynamics: deathtodynamics.bandcamp.com/album/get-reincarnated-or-die-trying

Album artwork by Hannah Hildebrand.

"The cover art of watercolors bleeding and dripping down is a fitting image for the noise inside. Arriving like a warped distillation of miscellaneous 00s indie fads, Get Reincarnated or Die Trying takes the noise-pop genre, dissects it, and stitches it back together.

The impressive part is that even in a thick wall of noise, the current of a forgotten melody endures. The entire collection boasts a lo-fi homemade quality that works in its favor. This quality pops up here and there between the intenser moments. “This is not a palindrome…” echoes the opener’s twisted indie aesthetic. Never do the tracks here bore with endlessly relentless noise. Instead, there is an immediacy that captures the improvisational spirit perfectly.

While the record’s first half sounds relatively twee as far as noise goes, the pair of closing tracks hit a bit more solemn. Both feature opaquer tones which contrast nicely from the beginning. Altogether, though, Get Reincarnated is a lighthearted and, dare I say, fun release." - Lagniappe Exposure: lagniappeexposure.com/2022/03/03/the-roux-march-week-i/

"Fuzzed-out and cerebral noise here from a UK artist I’m just catching up with, albeit with a slyly melodic undercurrent to round the corners a little. Not a lot strikes me on the pure noise scene nowadays, but this one hits differently somehow – there’s humour, sure, as highlighted by Hildebrand’s track and album titles – but I think it’s the way the subterranean elements are allowed to rise and fight that I find most enjoyable. For example, although “Uh huh yeah yes ok sure fine” busts out of the gate with as clean and piercing a blast of electroshock howl you’ll find, it soon succumbs to the grittier, more nuanced rumbles that underpin it and the two then flay each other senseless throughout. “The thing about islands is water” is rocked by a wonky, woozy hum, seemingly unable to flee its moorings before a final, frustrated scream severs the connection. It’s a great balance, summed up best by the blurred batter of “Cyclopses come from that one island,” which judders open like a submerged Black Pus thumper before snagging itself asunder and rushing headlong to a crazed end." Underscore magazine: underscoremusicmagazine.com/inbox-07-little-green-markers/