"While the album lends itself to a lot of the beat-centric Bebop, the rootsier tracks embody the old country climate of the Pacific Northwest scene. Frontswain Michael Crossley writes poetry that could easily be likened to Bukowski. And sure, that’s there, but let’s consider that the poetic prevalence of Bukowski isn’t dissimilar to likening contemporary bands to the Beatles.” – Ninth Street Beat “French Letters is no different than any other spoken-word, hip-hop, jazz infused, avante-guard rock five-piece … they’re all over the place. In a good way, that is. In Tongues destroys any and every genre barrier a record store owner could possibly throw at it, and the result is a 10-song franken-album of emotional-meets-snarky poetry and a big band.” – Joe Williams, Seattle Weekly’s Reverb “In Tongues is an experience that doesn’t come along too often: an original approach to music and poetry in a single package. The band sounds like a combination of Chicago blues and smooth New Orleans drunk: the music is tight and it sways. The sound also serves as the perfect complement to Michael Crossley’s versatile drawl and sheer talent with word play." - Altrockchick