Reviews -Whirlaway
...among the finest realities of last lustres American psychedelia, a solid quartet able to change their expressive valence in the course of a few chords, roaming from the wildest space-rock to the utmost visionary country folk...ROCKERILLA (Italy) on WHIRLAWAY

...not only masters of the pop song idiom, but also willing connoisseurs of the absinthe of psychedelic excess...THE BROKEN FACE (Sweden) on WHIRLAWAY

...undeniably psychedelic...but also unquestioningly fresh and modern, with a full blown-3-dimensional sound filled with swirls and eddies of criss-crossing leads from guitarists Nick Kramer and Todd Parker, brilliant effects, hypnotic rhythms from drummer Adam Boyette, and keening bass lines from David Max...JERSEY BEAT (USA) on WHIRLAWAY

...an altogether solid work, with a scattering of infectious euphoria throughout...PITCHFORK.COM (USA) on WHIRLAWAY

...a candid enunciation of what is universal and eternal about psychedelic music: not the drugs, but the bounded creativity, the flight of the caged soul...SCARUFFI.COM (USA/Italy)
on WHIRLAWAY

...Investigating large expanses of time and sound, they are without a shadow of doubt, the defining psychedelic sounds of now ...ZEITGEIST (Scotland) on WHIRLAWAY

Rating:9...a modern psychedelic masterpiece...ALL MUSIC GUIDE (USA) on WHIRLAWAY

A Day Late: Tadpoles—Whirlaway Tadpoles—Whirlaway
An absolute must have. Beginning with the 1-2 punch of the galloping “Frances the Dancer ” and the heavy “Lyman Bostock” right through to the end, it’s a solid, smoky buffet of sonics. All Tadpoles releases were hazy gems, but on Whirlaway it all comes together to make, for me, their signature disc. If you follow Ptolemaic Terrascope or have yearned to attend Terrastock (like me ...), then this has your name all over it. Comparisons don’t do justice, especially when it’s as fully baked as this, but if you get into, say,
the Bevis Frond, or dreamed about a faster, fuzzier 7% Solution, then grab that dog-eared issue of the Terrascope, get out some snacks and have a seat. It’s time to go for a ride.
Many of the neo-psych groups your assailed with rely on coughing up old touchstones from some simulacrum of pastoral, quirky Englishness. Tadpoles get their cue not from the English fields or their misty woods, but rather from some musty hillock buried in the garage drip fed Nuggets. The Tadpoles are decidely American. And that sets them apart by rooting Whirlaway in good old rock. It smokes. Or rather it’s in a state of perpetual slow-burn. That rough, deceptively shambolic rock base and a firm grasp of melody set them apart from wandering noodling contemporary minstrels. No twee, whispy vocals here either. The often cracking vocals and semi-impenetrable lyrics coupled with the smoky, druggy guitars and bubbling bottom-end give the whole affair a very natural, organic weave. You can digest Whirlaway just as surface candy if you want, but if you go in for the long haul, the payback is far more filling: consumate musicianship, great production and mix, stellar layering of details, good drawn out crunchy rock and a throbbing locomotion gauranteed to see you all the way over to the other side. And they’ll get you there without relying on the ferryman to get you across the river. Tadpoles will drive you there themselves. In a GTO. Even if they promise a “Horse and Buggy” at the finish line.
Kevin McFadin - Mr. Atavist Blog (Sep 29, 2009)