"Comerford ... sings in a nasal tenor that reminds me of Bill Callahan (the artist formerly known as Smog), ripping through shambling, melodic rock tunes with a bored swagger. There's a definite shot of the Rolling Stones here, particularly in the looseness of the arrangements, but Kaspar Hauser doesn’t seem particularly concerned with using classic rock 'n' roll riffery; the guitars sputter and clamber more than they groove. A few ballads embrace a darker, more atmospheric vibe--including a surprisingly good cover of Big Star's 'Holocaust,' a tough tune to mess with--but ultimately Comerford's writing and the way he comfortably wears the skin of these warmly familiar songs is what puts the band over. Even when the songs seem like they're about to fall apart, his singing threads them back together."

"... Comerford has crafted a set of gems that should satisfy lovers of rusty punks like the Silver Jews and Uncle Tupelo."