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[...] Time changes when you listen to Steve's music. It is, or rather was, so unorthodox, that the pulse and rate of breathing, thinking, and being, changes. It's like someone invented an alternative way of keeping time. A more human way - reflective of the ominous pain inherent in modernity and the future - whatever it may hold for us. So debased and insulted by the abomination that is the modern pop single, humans have forgotten how to actually listen to music - music that shows us something other than which clothes to buy, or how much to spend on that Sweet Sixteen Party, or which ride to pimp. Steve shows us that there is a different way. Would that we could all listen to him. [...]

Sam Gustin, Huffington Post, "Steve Reich Rocks New York"

[...] If lyric poetry is, as Czech novelist Milan Kundera recently wrote, "the most exemplary incarnation of man dazzled by his own soul and the desire to make it heard," surely the pop song is the highest incarnation of all-consuming love and its fundamental need to be shared. [...]

Marc Hogan, Pitchfork, "Peter Bjorn and John, Writer's Block"