“From jangly folk-rock sunshine to laid back psych-country twang and woolly, kosmische-affected jams with occasional surf guitar tones and garage grit, there is a wide plethora of sounds present in this album that truly speak to the group’s grand virtuosity.”

— RECORD CRATES UNITED

“… clever and far out, with surfy licks landing the band somewhere between New Riders of the Purple Sage, Allah-Lahs, and Nada Surf. The band’s bio reads “NYC stands for New York Choogle” and fans of the genre will not be disappointed.”

— PETAL MOTEL

“Heat Manager sits well in the hangdog end of the genre, not dabbling in heavy streaks of country or stacked vocal visions. Instead the band rolls their denim riffs in a bit of road dirt, pulls their hats down low and leans in to the sun while giving a bit of grief to the indie boom gone bust of their Brooklyn surroundings.”

— RAVEN SINGS THE BLUES