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Jun 2, 2011Laced is more than a real step-up for Psychedelic Horseshit, it's the best album of its kind I've heard this year.
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Dec 9, 2011The name Psychedelic Horseshit is more accurate than ever, as they truly sound psychedelic for the first time, surrounded by wild soundbursts and shiny musical squiggles that would probably be called "horseshit" by most mainstream rock fans...In a way, it's perfect. A perfect mess.
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May 20, 2011For once, he can consider the game well and truly played.
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May 20, 2011Shit, Laced is not. The debut album is a testament to Psychedelic Horseshit's incredible versatility.
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UncutMay 20, 2011Crucially, though, sardonically strong melodies underpin the, er, shit. [Jun 2011, p.94]
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May 20, 2011Laced is indeed bigger and bolder than previous albums, which is somewhat ironic since it has a more intimate, made-in-the-bedroom feel than the band's earlier basement forays.
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Jun 30, 2011PH's previous efforts (the live shows, in particular) have been experiments in what an average listener can take, punctuated with bursts of pleasant catchiness. On Laced, Whitehurst has inverted the ratio, which works, which means the more grating leftovers can be appreciated for the oddities they are.
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May 20, 2011Noise music has been content to let its harsh aesthetics do the talking alone for too long; with Laced, Whitehurst has challenged that paradigm.
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Jun 10, 2011Laced is good and fun, but not entirely memorable; the melodies fade back into the pop encyclopedia and the synth noises lose their sheen.
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The WireAug 12, 2011Laced never stays still long enough to be pinned down. [Jun 2011, p.57]
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May 31, 2011If ambition of design were to take precedence over tangible results, Laced would be a great album. It is an elaborate attempt at uniting heavy-handed artistic endeavours through exotic instrumentation and experimental sounds, with a lo-fi crass, lifelike production, giving it the feel of a bold art exhibit found lying on the sidewalk of a dirty street infested with lowly people, as opposed to a quaint art gallery.