Cloud Nothings - Attack On Memory

Spin“His heart's on the floor but who cares...” Here, what once was a one-man basement project becomes a full band to be reckoned with — twining guitar solos, visceral bass rips, snares, and cymbals — a live thing wrestling with itself on the floor of Steve Albini's studio...

Clash Music“Ramp it up a notch or three...” 'Attack On Memory’ is mightily impressive; however, next time out Baldi will need to explore new sonic territories...

allmusic“A break with Cloud Nothings' past, one they're not shy about advertising...” At some point, it might do Cloud Nothings good to take stock of just how far they've come with every release...

NME“The tastiest treat in town...” See, unlike all those hazy taut-lipped troubadours and dayglo dickheads with a manifesto for the future of mediocrity, Cloud Nothings appear to be worthwhile because they know what’s up with music, and they actually do something about it...

The Quietus“Both a true and apt representation of the artist at work...” The album also succeeds in capturing a spirit and essence of youth; Baldi is barely finished being a teenager and the spunk, snarl and energy that comes with being one is integral to this record, even if isn't always fully realised...

Guardian“This second album presents a band transformed...” Baldi's vocals sometimes retain something of the snotty teenager, on the whole, this is a terrific step forward...

Drowned In Sound“One of the first must-hears of 2012...” It might be on surface a pretty routine blast of crashing percussion, throaty vocals and biting guitars but repeated listens reveal a more nuanced affair full of charisma and spark...

MusicOMH“A short, sharp shock to breathe life into indie-rock...” The driving, fuzzy refrain of the brilliant Our Plans recall prime R.E.M. or Bob Mould - quite an achievement for an artist barely into his 20s...

The A.V. Club“Baldi's solo recordings sound fey in comparison...” Baldi used to write like a kid anxiously dodging boredom; on Attack On Memory, he’s moved in the opposite direction, opening up wide spaces in his music and letting the fury beneath breathe and then bellow...

Pitchfork“A record that crackles with "let's get this on tape now" immediacy...” Attack on Memory feels above all necessary, a corrective for indie rock making allowances for everything except music that actually rocks...