~So Sadly Fucked In Print~

Julianne Shepherd ~ The Portland Mercury
After listening to approximately 1500 “straightforward indie rock” records in the past month, I think I have discovered what makes 99.9% of them horrible. It includes, but is not limited to: lack of dynamics, hooks, originality, or personality, intense narcissism, and way too fucking much Sunny Day Real Estate. So when a band comes along that has even the remotest amounts of charm and humility, it’s like a buoy in the middle of a sea of crap. HELLO SO SADLY FUCKED! Their vocals weave through each other in a way that’s endearingly sloppy, and their hooks are sweet and adhesive, like real maple syrup. Their lack of pretension and their cuddly guitars display nothing but the utmost enthusiasm for the music they’re making. You’ll want to reach out and hug them, not only because they’re honest, but also because they’re not boring!

~Friends Of So Sadly Fucked~

BP Fresh of the Buttery Lords
So Sadly Fucked is the kind of rock band you can’t take home to your mother but you can trust with your girlfriend. They are cute and deadly as a Care Bear with cobras for arms. But you should hug them. Oh YES, hug them. They made this music just for you. And they are nice people – if perhaps a bit insecure.