“There are drum and guitar bands and then there is the Nightingales, dwarfing the rest, unmatched and utterly underrated in both musical originality and stylistic innovation.”

“The consummate sore thumbs of pop.”

“Heartening evidence of the British art of mentally transforming ennui and chagrin into something approaching gold. Stitch that, popularity.”

“As original as it is uncompromising.”

“With The Fall getting Lifetime Achievement awards and Gang Of Four canonised it is long past time the wayward genius of Robert Lloyd and his cohorts was recognised”

“Prophets without honour.”

“They genuinely sound more vital than ever.”

“A maelstrom of Krautrockin’ grooves, Beefheartian guitars and pummelling percussion. Still scabrous, sardonic and singular, you really wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Consistently one of the best live experiences in the country.”

“How refreshing to hear Lloyd and his raucous hard-bitten charges still pulling off chair-legs and throwing them at the staid musical establishment. As glorious a racket as you could wish to hear.”

“The surplus of ideas on display is nothing short of dizzying.”

“Droll, surly, ace, a proper rock & roll group.”

“As difficult, original and wonderful as ever.”

“An arch glam terrace stomp through UKIP heartland.”

“Contender for gig of the year!”

“Jetted in to my top ten gigs of all time.”

“Nothing short of sheer brilliance.”

“Worm their way into that itchy bit of the brain that so seldom gets scratched.”

“Utterly compelling.”

“A bristling torrent of ideas, anger, danceable rhythms and caustic melody.”

“There are points where songs are going to implode or be blown apart by the band and Lloyd pulling in many different directions at the same time, but it's exactly that which keeps them so enthralling and leaves the listener constantly on the edge.”

“They’re back and they’re marvellous.”

“Still stunningly relevant.”

“Puts most contemporary (and younger) “post-punk” bands to shame.”

“The Nightingales subjugate a rapt and breathless audience with a performance of sinewy magnificence.”

“The chaos feels controlled, though never constrained.”

“Age has neither dimmed their rage or diminished their satire.”

“As ever, the Nightingales don’t fuck about. Lloyd’s on top of his game and his band are up to the challenge of following him. This as good as they’ve ever been.”

“A band at the height of their powers.”

“Incendiary and uncompromising.”

“Wired, edgy, boozy and as dangerous as ever. Robert Lloyd really shouldn’t be this good after all these years, should he?”

“They show up today's runty excuses of art rockers for the soiled bags of old washing that they are.”

“Brilliant stuff.”

“Robert Lloyd, the Black Country Captain Beefheart, steamrolls his unwitting inheritors.”

“Fliss Kitson is one of the most amazing drummers you are ever likely to see.”

“Nightingales are unreal. The level of playing and song writing after their post-punk hiatus is unparalleled by any of their generational comeback cohorts.”

“Consistently excellent, the Nightingales are as ferociously sardonic as ever.”

“Jangly, angsty, angular, punk, post-punk, just rock and roll, whatever, they destroyed.”

“Rock 'n' roll rarely gets as uncompromising as this.”

“Rock & Roll at its best.”

“Lloyd is the most underestimated songwriter of his generation.”

“Presents art-punk-rock ‘n’ roll almost as literary form.”

“The passion and the care taken to end with this result must be exalted. The future of erudite rock ‘n’ roll depends on the likes of the Nightingales.”