"Get weird (OK, weirder) with Calling Whitetails to a Tuned Bow (Nefarious Industries), the third long play from experimental death-jazz outfit THOSE DARN GNOMES. Words simply cannot do this intoxicating whiplash justice, but the first few seconds of album opener “Birds”, which ricochets from a ragtime folk diddy to some of the most blood-curdling death doom laid to tape this year, should just about paint the picture." - Free Williamsburg

'Since THOSE DARN GNOMES' first album The Years back in 2015, I’ve listened to each new release with equal parts curiosity and bedevilment. Nothing about this band is easy. And yet, Calling Whitetails to a Tuned Bow is somehow the band’s most ambitious and accessible work to date. Amid the weirdo jazz and noise, you’ll find yourself keyed in on haunting passages, as is the case with opener “Birds” which brings to mind the sinister regions of Australia’s The Necks or, perhaps to use a more, uh “mainstream” act, Kayo Dot." - Toilet ov Hell

"The record jumps headfirst into a hellscape of feedback, distortion and noise music, with all the subtlety of a ten-car pileup. You can literally hear the instruments crying out in agony as they are twisted into unnatural shapes. Listening to it, you'd be forgiven for flopping around like a clubbed fish on speed. For similar effect, picture Full of Hell crashing the stage at a Willie Nelson concert. Then, without warning, the noise stops. Things slow to an ethereal whisper, but it's too late. THOSE DARN GNOMES have got us on our toes. With four tracks spanning over 40 minutes, it's impossible to guess where this record could go. Outside of Micheal Gira's Swans, it would be hard to find a record that keeps its audience in such mind-bending suspense." - Exclaim!

"To the outsider, noise music and free jazz might not be so different, but to fans these genres are usually worlds apart. Not only do THOSE DARN GNOMES successfully bring the two together, they do so with a grace and sense of dynamics that give the music a powerful atmosphere despite the overall abrasiveness of the material. The mesh of electronic and live instrumentation is seamless, and there is a depth present that rewards repeated listening. Calling Whitetails to a Tuned Bow is full of challenging material, but those who explore the nooks and crannies of the interzones between these experimental genres will no doubt be rewarded for their efforts." - Burning Ambulance

"The improvisation-fueled avant-garde noisegrind quartet and its myriad of additional musicians has crafted one of the most remarkable albums of the year already." - Can This Even Be Called Music?

"A collision of avant-garde jazz, the wild, wooly experiments of composer Harry Partch, Beatnik poetry, shattered noise, shards of black box theater, the sinister weirdness lurking behind the childlike chaos of The Muppet Show. Somewhere in there are moments of calm and one drifts away on a bed of acoustic jazz meditations that recall Ralph Towner's best, most imaginative work in that world during the 1970s; strains of minimalism, lysergic opera, and ancient campfire songs emerge before we're thrust back into a core of molten weirdness that provides total catharsis." - PopMatters

"When it gets weird and uncomfortable for most musically, that means it's something interesting to listen to, and with THOSE DARN GNOMES we hit the mother load. Jazz, Noise, Grind, Hardcore, Ambient, Gospel, Folk and Avant elements are just the tip of the iceberg. […] You really just need to hear this to understand and it really goes from Jazz, Metal, Noise, to Avant Wonders. There are very few bands I could even begin to tell you to listen to (John Zorn, Mike Patton, Secret Chiefs 3, Pain Killers, Melt Banana, Fleurety, When, Bogus Blimp, and Yakuza). Do you get how bizarre I'm going here. You need to experience the wonder and majesty of this off the wall album. Some of you are just going to fucking hate it, others will worship this. THOSE DARN GNOMES have gotten into my brain and will not leave now." - The Doorway To

"It is frightening music, on a knife edge of post-apocalyptic angst and then suddenly there is a shredding guitar solo which suddenly gives way to a trumpet. Some of the sounds have been treated, some have been left raw, and one never knows what is going to happen next, but it is the musical equivalent of a nightmare, something to leave the listener shaking and wondering what on earth has just happened." - House of Prog