"I feel as though The Victoria is swaying like a ship; Sweet Williams slur and groan as gravity shifts beneath them, their music slipping nauseously off axis. But while there’s a wooziness trickling out of the gaps – open strings rubbing up against the chords, consonances lost to a drunken stream of vocal vowels – there’s an assertion powering the joints too, rooted largely in the beats that clack in impeccable time and haul all of the elements into miraculous parallel. It’s a fine set, particularly for those points of contrast where Sweet Williams rub their eyes free of muck and reality snaps back into its socket – the band go from a rickety to-and-fro to a patient and melancholic unfurl, with sombre thoughts drooled out carefully and inevitably into pools of minor key." - Jack Chuter, ATTN:Magazine, November 2013