A selection of kind words written about The Gods Themselves…

“This song unsuspectingly crept into my head last week and it refuses to leave!”
— PASTE Magazine

“These three gallant artists of prestige & immediate purpose unleash all your new romantic conceits of raw open heart honesty with that no-wave techno drum beat that turned the entire world onto what could be achieved in the audio art schools via digital dalliances.”
— Impose Magazine

“Seattle trio The Gods Themselves bring a cosmic groove to their sound that’s out-of-this-world.”
— KEXP

“BE MY ANIMAL revisits the new romantic era with a modern rock punch.”
— Ghettoblaster Magazine

“…swaggering, punk-influenced guitar riffs and wha-wha pedals, sexy grooves and disco-wave beats…”
— Indie Rock Cafe

“Disco, New Wave and guitar pop, with an individualistic and edgy lyrical bent unlike anything else you’ll hear in modern music today. 9 out of 10 stars!
— SkopeMag

“Like a great stew, the third album by The Gods Themselves both highlights its  influences and main ingredients and elevates them into an entirely new dish.”
— Tuff Gnarl

“They’re seasoned pros who know how to make glam rock, disco, and chiseled new wave achieve ornate peaks of melody and groove.”
— The Stranger

“With the twinge of an ’80s sound a lá the Waitresses and the B-52’s, and a vocal touch of Ms. Debbie Harry, this release is melodically compelling and just on time.”
— Playback Magazine

“…an anthem of self confidence and power. Brilliant.”
— Northwest Music Scene

“…highly creative musicians and songwriters who bring a sense of real fun to their stylistic synthesis. 9 out of 10 stars!
— Razorfish

“If this were a double LP it still wouldn’t extend long enough and can we have 12″ vinyl extended versions of each song please?”
— Emerging Indie Bands

“For Fans Of Devo, LCD Soundsystem, Chromeo, Electric Six, and The B-52s; The God Themselves should already have a niche fan base out there after just one listen!”
— The Fire Note

“Fresh, creative, melodic…and ultimately very, very danceable. If this is any indication of what’s happening in Seattle, Washington these days…the city just might end up once again being the center of attention like it was in the 1990s.”
Babysue.com

“The only question in my mind isn’t whether it’ll shape up to be one of the best Northwest Music releases of the year: It’s whether I’ll hear anything better from a Northwest band in 2017. Yeah, it’s that good.”
— The SunBreak

“The Gods Themselves have come to rescue you from the musically mundane. No, not those gods, but this human three-piece from Seattle brandishing a fresh bit of woozy wha-wha pedals and shrewd rhythms, and offering zero apologies for their forthright grooviness.”
CMJ

“…a unifying fearlessness about the music that’s impossible to deny.”
— Vents Magazine

“…hitting hard with an electro crunch and a soulful vocal drawl.”
— Austin Town Hall

“”Tech Boys” is a gloriously strutting number that does the splits in a silver jumpsuit between disco’s coiled rhythmic efficiency and neo-glam rock’s bawdiness.”
— The Stranger

“The Gods Themselves is a band out of Seattle whose first priority is making you shake your butt.”
Death and Taxes Magazine

“The Gods Themselves’ New Album, Pink Noise, Is A+ XXX Dance Rock!!!”
— The Stranger

“…psychedelic buzz and slinky wah wah; and chilly, street-wise vox in the tradition of Blondie, Bush Tetras, and The Long Blondes, The Gods Themselves push all our favorite buttons.”
— The Big Takeover

“With their latest missive, The Gods Themselves have upgraded, taking the aggressive sexual strut of the debut and adding lubrication. Still filthy, but with groove.”
Louder than War

“Astra is the QUEEN of the wah!”
— Del Casher, creator of the Wah-Wah pedal

“The Gods Themselves are here to save you from the boredom-induced end of days brought on by the current state of music.”
Nooga.com

“If this perfect combination of rock-and-roll, sexy beats, and swagger is the Seattle trio’s debut album, we can’t imagine what beautiful monstrosity they will come out with next.”
Bust Magazine

“Together, the Seattle trio pursues a loose-limbed, lo-fi vision of rock ’n’ roll that incorporates elements of their other groups—the psych-rock scuzz of Atomic Bride, say, or the scrappy power of Autolite Strike—while pushing past them with an approach all their own. The same goes for The Gods Themselves, which offers a formidable combination of melody and swagger on a most promising debut.”
PASTE Magazine

“Having only been around since early 2014, the band has a surprisingly solid sound that can be attributed to Astra’s time in the group Atomic Bride. This new endeavor strips the previous band’s sound down to a brute trifecta of drums and two guitars and allows Astra’s compelling stage presence to shine.”
The Vinyl District

“Their deliberately-paced, dark-tinted music skirts the boundaries of ’90s alterna-rock, ’80s new wave, and ’70s funk/prog/disco. Astra’s exhibits a playful, provocative pull that entices, and her commanding, charismatic croon is scowling and seductive, exuding Pat Benatar, Siouxsie Sioux.
The Big Takeover

“The Gods Themselves have produced a strutting, grooving, peacock of an album, demanding attention. Whether it’s through the narcissistic and hilarious I Am The President, the sleazy, strip club slink of On The Meds, or the frankly filthy, lascivious take on Ginuwine’s Pony, it’s lo-fi with an edge, a smack in the face to slacker pop, a new kid on the block making an impression.”
Temple of Noise

“Calling yourselves The Gods Themselves is a huge conceit that can only be managed by, well, a shit ton of swagger. Astra Elane, flanked by fellow ex- Atomic Bride bandmate Collin O’Meara with Autolite Strike guitarist Damion Heintschel deliver a swift kick confidence that isn’t unlike Le Tigre. But less girly and with more tongue hanging out the side of her mouth.”
Nerve

“…seductive sophistication within the confines of punk, a hastier side of an edgier pop rock.”
Short and Sweet NYC & LA

“The Gods Themselves? To be honest, I’d never heard of this Seattle based band until I slapped this on and then let its low-slung, gum-snapping alt-rock simply take me. It’s got plenty of edge, no little soul and combines a 70s rockin’ vibe with a nervously groovy heavy sound that knows when to saunter and knows when to skip. Wah-wah, wonderful. ”
The Crack Magazine

“The Gods Themselves finds the band exploring the tantalizing terrain where garage rock, psychedelia, and sassy, early-’90s Sonic Youth intersect. Oh, and they cover Ginuwine’s “Pony” to superbly lascivious effect. Ultimately, the Gods Themselves are a party band-a smart, rhythmically and melodically astute party band.”
The Stranger

“The album is truly eclectic in a way that doesn’t stray from the band’s larger identity as a power/psych-pop outfit. From the Ramones-meets-B-52s opening track “Last Chance for Love” to the unbridled, sludgy bludgeoner “Thunderbird” to the gritty cover of the Ginuwine classic “Pony,” The Gods Themselves seem quite comfortable exploring the disparate realms of sonic possibility.”
Seattle Weekly

“‘Thunderbird’ takes you on a ride through your darkest corridors, then spits you out alone in some Gothamesque back alley, drunk on adrenaline and permanently turned around. Yet you’ll want to get back into its gasoline-scented chokehold and do it again and again.”
The Drainage

“‘I Am The President,’ the first single from The Gods Themselves is a single so swaggering, sexy, cool as shit, and addictive, I literally can’t stop listening to it.”
The SunBreak

Heavy, fuzzy, low-end awesomeness. What’s not to like. Black Sabbathy at times, and yet a little grooving.
Northwest Music Scene

“…their self-titled debut album is sexy, singable, and wah-wah-wonderful, genre-busting ’90s alt, sinuous psych-out and post-punk jitter-crank into something new.”
Popthomology