'injects into one's psyche dark songs of frightful intent. The desperate lyrics and singing style work well with the only slightly restrained riffs, riffs that mean to sink teeth into one's soul once said body is drawn in by the singer's siren-esque voice'- Rev. Randall Tin-Ear, Angry Thoreauan 'if lydia lunch had joined an ether-punk band, they might have called themselves the dagons . fuzzed out. drugged out. forlorn...uneasy lullabies dead worthy of your attention' -christina q. pudding, Club Antigone 'A moody and eclectic album filled with gothic imagery and catchy melodies' -Bob Cantu, GLUE 'Espousing a stripped-down psychedelia/garage aesthetic and lyrics that seem to suck the marrow out of odd nightmares, the band is offering the witchy wah-wah tune 'Poison Comb' - Mark Lewis, ICE 'on their second short but sweet album, the Dagons offer a solid middle ground between the crypt and the garage' - Mike Shanley, IN PITTSBURGH 'Las Sirenas," "Poison Comb" and "Sleep in Perfume" are languorous, baleful, half-lidded fever dreams: goth without the vampire costumes, country without the twang, punk without the artifice, seasick without the ocean.' - Falling James, LA WEEKLY 'the bygone-era quality extends to Make Us Old's exquisitely burnished sound, like you're hearing it through the crackle of a tube-amp radio or the veil of a dream' -Andrew Lentz, LA WEEKLY 'This record feels live, and it has a passion to it, a reckless and wild energy...This is one of those records where the songs truly create stories of their own and keep you coming back for more...it will surely draw and seduce you into its web of complex feelings and messages.' - Omar Amer , WAKEZINE