Amalt

“What goes up must come down, but American Altitude keeps rising. Unpredictable pauses, triumphant melodies, and celebratory instrumentals . . . make the group an atmospheric feast for the ears, and for everything between. They’re young, too, with years to yank gigs from inflated power-pop bands that can’t touch AA’s beauty.” -- Daniel King, The Village Voice
“A band that got a last minute spot as the first of three bands on the Ladybug Transistor show, they just flat out stopped me in my tracks. It wasn’t a night when sharp bartending skills were present because once they started playing, a lot of folks got thirsty. It was refreshing on a Friday Night in August to hear such dreamy cosmic country tunes. The sometimes harsh reality that yet another summer had passed didn’t seem to matter much when I heard the comforting echo made with their poignant and dynamic acoustic/lap steel sound . . . This is passionate music.” -- Doug DeFalco, Booker Southpaw, Brooklyn
“The ‘altitude’ referred to in this New Brunswick band's name is unmistakably through the heavens and into the same big-sky cosmos Gram Parsons invoked when he coined the term ‘Cosmic American Music.’ It’s taken quite a while for the genre to evolve into what Parsons originally envisioned, but like Beachwood Sparks, the boys in American Altitude lay out a heart and soul as great as the open plains every time they play . . . Perversely, they're at their best when they're pushing the envelopes of what it's cool to say you like. After all, when you get up that high, everything is a little bit cooler.” -- Joey Sweeney, Philadelphia Weekly
“American Altitude evokes the wide sweep of the Jersey swamps, hillocks and grasslands beneath the edge-city high rises and pharmaceutical complexes. Gorgeous, lyrical, rambling at times but never uninteresting; spellbinding, shrouded, intelligent, haunted. And exquisitely performed, too.” -- Tris McCall, The Tris McCall Report