“Byrne’s voice is so delicate it sounds like she’s harmonizing with a breeze, her songs so transfixing — the sun it setting, and the magic-hour light is warm and enveloping — that those of us who’ve gathered to watch her are sitting slack-jawed.” - SPIN
“Her version of folk, a whisper bordering on an ambient hum, will be familiar to fans early Cat Power or Grouper, as will her ability to mine the uncanny from the everyday stuff lying around…Byrne’s album sits at the nexus where one melts gorgeously into the other.” - PITCHFORK