"Caked in lo-fi noise, HSD exploit the overheated intersection of Sixties psych meets Seventies proto-punk. The Fremantle foursome’s second album starts off strong, translating the live-wire stage presence of frontman Vincent Buchanan-Simpson. He’s mouthy and manic, breaking into hoarse shouts on the surf-damaged “Foreign Lands”, Eddy Current talk-singing on “Bad Girl” and even rapping on “Monogamy”. Such wild-eyed urgency suits the band’s fuzzed-up freakouts, especially on gems like “Vita Z”. But all that intensity can be tough to sustain across 12 tracks, and the last few songs begin to resemble a less focused King Gizzard. Still, there’s a lot of demented potential here." - Doug Wallen (Rolling Stone)