"I love it ! That's one thousand better than Fuck Buttons! The three orginal tracks are amazing." - Arnaud Rebotini (Blackstrobe)

"Throbs like a headache that feels good—so good. Restrained shifts in vibration with dark echoes radiate outwardly over a bright ambient synth and driving tempo. Five minutes just isn't enough of this aural voyage." - XLR8R

"This kids Hours of Worship infiltrate the catacombs of a secret society of name unknown and unpronounceable even if you found it out and if you did then they’d have to kill you, at the bottom of the primeval gutter they stumble upon masqueraded figures dancing to some vicious hybrid of filtered euro-techno clamours and spaced out bleeping, this inspires them to make some musics which when unleashed upon the world create fiery backlash from Christians frothing about how mixing Goblin and Green Velvet is sinful, scenes of gnarly Blade-style disco bloodshed ensue and everyone is purified."
- 20 Jazz Funk Greats

"This California duo have a different sort of sound, sort of more noisey, sort of droney maybe, or druggy, or dirty, or maybe just psychedelic, and maybe a tad Crunky, but definitely rockin!"
- Birthday Party Berlin (Jason Forrest)

HOURS OF WORSHIP!!! Theyr'e from the East Bay area, treat dancefloors like black masses and are here to possess you and you."
- iheartcomix, Subtitle: Briefcase Rockers

New York’s Hours of Worship plunge dark and deep; a blade, a diver, a dose. All are bombs – passing lips of hurt flesh, seeking the stream of vital liquids to soil or cease and ready to marry what’s given with what’s got; familiar hunting grounds warped and refracted into something that has, for all this time, been beaming meaning to higher eyes rather than leave it fester between your ribald ankles. The pair, camped in the top floor of clubland’s tallest building - the one thought deserted, derelict - peer out across the melee, grins sinister as their seething rhythm organises distracted revellers into corralled, collusive outlines, writing scripts with symbols that don’t so much dance with death as rap knuckles upon its heavy door. ‘Bury Me In Smoke’ will appear on Into the Grass, due April through Ekleroshock.
-NOPAININPOP.COM