Writings on Weirs:

"simple tunes telescope into mind-bending epics; tape hiss and digital artifacting scrub the difference from past and present like some metamodern turpentine. It’s a hauntingly familiar signal from next door, leaking across a dimensional dam. ...like someone dragging a sack of wind chimes and rusty shovels in some weird, quantized cartoon reality....
-Pitchfork

"less like a folk revival and more like a fusion of musique concrète and the deep, rich tapestry of the evangelical South"
-KLOF

" impassioned rustic harmonies situated within gorgeous drones and warm blankets of static"
-Stereogum

"oozing with bucolic acapellas and an irrepressible creative communion .... an apocalyptic squall that transcends traditional folk and experimental noise into a boundless, joyous exaltation"
-New Commute

"One guy had to take his giant boot off to work the pedals on the floor. Luckily he had on a wool sock .... heavily vibes on the Henry Flynt shit."
-OH, ME #4

"Fresh as the spring water!"
-Dale