Guided By Voices - Let's Go Eat The Factory

Drowned In Sound“If it wasn’t patchy it wouldn’t be a GBV album...” If the album really wanted to stand comparison with the likes of Bee Thousand and Alien Lanes it would need to contain at least one or two songs of the calibre of ‘Tractor Rape Chain’, ‘Game Of Pricks’, ‘Motor Away’ or ‘I Am A Scientist

allmusic“Hardly a triumph, but it's a step in the right direction...” Pollard and Company seem to have confused cause and effect here, re-creating not just their lo-fi recording technique on several tunes, but the inconsistent pacing and bursts of filler that dogged GBV's pre-Bee Thousand catalog...

NME“A glorious, frayed-at-the-edges patchwork of bristling garage pop...” Twenty-one hard-bitten, melody-powered scuzz missiles fired at whim with nary a thought given to what it is exactly they’re volleying into the ether...

The Independent“Business as usual...” Plangent garage rock (literally, it was recorded in band members' garages), sharing as much DNA with the Allman Brothers and The Band as it does Pavement and Slint...

BBC“It’s arguably Pollard who proves the biggest stumbling block...” These tunes lack the spark – or could it be the care? – of catalogue favourites like Tractor Rape Chain and Game of Pricks, which carried with them an indefinable magic...

The Observer“Fragments as variable in quality as they are in style...” There are just enough titbits of melody though – not least that of the sweetly silly and downbeat "Doughnut for a Snowman" – to sustain interest through the beerier-sounding fits and starts...

Pitchfork“Feels like a Guided by Voices record...” Spotty, strange, all short songs and shitty sound, it's got the collagist careen of Bee Thousand and Propeller and the tumbling tunecraft of Alien Lanes...

MusicOMH“Buzz-saw guitars, raucous garage rock tunes, sloppy arrangements...” The impossibly short 21 tracks here sound like vintage GBV without getting sloppily nostalgic or obviously pastiche...

Guardian“a Kaleidoscopic burst of ideas and passion and absurdity...” Songs tumble into each other, many lasting just a minute or two, yet each one distinct and compelling...