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2014
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Fred Thomas
2014
"There are plenty of moments on Montreal post-punk quartet Ought's debut album, More Than Any Other Day, that betray their immediate influences. The jittery beats and breathless vocals of standout track "The Weather Song" have the same fresh-faced optimism of the Feelies or Clap Your Hands Say Yeah doing their best David Byrne impressions. Tunes like "Forgiveness" highlight drummer/violinist Tim Keen's droning violin textures and recall the rolling narratives of Lungfish or softer moments from experimental anarcho-punk acts like the Ex and Dog Faced Hermans ... Instead of being a map of influences, however, More Than Any Other Day captures the same kind of energy as all of Ought's incredibly strong influences and funnels them into a collection of songs that effortlessly volleys from spiky political punk to lighthearted dancey pop that feels like the first day of spring".
d. 13. June 2014
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Martin Gronemann
d. 13. June 2014
"At lægge ører til de amerikansk/australske skrammelrockere Oughts debut er en sand fryd, og symptomatisk for, at kvartetten fandt sammen på et canadisk universitet i en periode med højlydte protester mod nedskæringer i uddannelsessektoren, er albummet lyden af en musikalsk revolte. ... "Pleasant Heart" er skramlet i lyd og jammet i fremførsel. Forsanger Tim Beeler snøvler, skriger og vrænger på bedste slacker-vis, og hans vokal kalder både tidlig David Byrne og ditto Black Francis frem på nethinden ... Et stærkt es hos bandet er klart de lange free-form jams på numre, som typisk varer fem-syv minutter ... Med deres debut har Ought lagt fra land på overbevisende manér med en legesyg og medrivende tilgang til at udtrykke sig indenfor den alternative ende af rockbarometeret".
d. 15. May 2014
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Rob Sheffield
d. 15. May 2014
"These Montreal punk upstarts establish their own sound right on their debut album ... Lead yelper Tim Beeler commands your attention all through the six minutes of "Habit," sounding like David Byrne staring at his own reflection in the bottom of a glass, wondering how it all went so wrong so fast. Yet in the power-drone rave finale, "Gemini," he dares to keep his hopes alive, vowing, "I retain the right to be absolutely mystified." And the Pere Ubu-like drive of the band lives up to every word".