“King Ropes' fourth album carves out idiosyncratic intersections between rocky rock and rustic roots. After spending years in L.A. and Brooklyn, (Dave Hollier) returned (home), yearning to mingle vibrant urban energy with Montana’s vast rugged spaces. If Gram Parsons cast “cosmic country,” Hollier is cosmic rock-western; not Tex Ritter, more like spacy, discombobulated art rock and folk-pop. The most striking offerings, such as the slinky “Needles” or off-kilter “Big Man on TV,” combine whacked out, wide open atmospheres as vastly odd as his Mountain west. This concurrence of fragrant folk, chamber piano/violin beauty, americana, art-pop, and western limitlessness is as restless as the “The Last Best Place” itself.”

— Jack Rabid, The Big Takeover

“Lo-fi Americana/psych outfit King Ropes evoke the striking and expansive landscapes of their native Montana, offering up a homebrew of caustic folk yarns and chunky garage rockers. The band deftly balances thrilling guitar riffs with more nuanced arrangements that crawl under your skin and take up permanent residence. Feedback roars with an unexpected ferocity across these tracks, jolting tempos into the upper atmospheres.

With their new single, Halfway Did, the band lopes through a selection of roughhewn rock territories, with Hollier’s compelling voice channeling the odd angles of Lou Reed and Bob Mould. The guitars are prickly and aggrieved as the drums batter away at your senses.”

— Joshua Pickard, Beats Per Minute

“[Magical Floating Eye] is certainly an intriguing door into [King Ropes'] softly weird world… There’s a little of Kurt Wagner’s husky, declamatory warmth and observation to their thang; a touch of the Malkmus absurds, a little Mr E, too; all wrapped up in a surreal flow and groovily slacker guitars and mellotron that seeps into your brain, epiphany and extrapolated imagery, free-associating lyrical flow: ‘A magical floating eye on a blue plate hanging on a wall in a motel in Deer Lodge, Montana / Might make you free …’”

— Chris Sawle, Backseat Mafia

Occupying the same melodic space as Purple Mountains or Lambchop, [Girls Like Us] sways with an inherent grace and echoes through the deep chambers of your heart.

— Joshua Pickard, Beats Per Minute