Pitchfork: "Let the keyboards lob you a life preserver while the band spits and seizes around it, and allow momentum-- something The Word From Pluto has in spades-- take you through to "Pinhead", the track that brandishes a 10-ton hook and rocks as hard as any 1970s arena act, except the drummer needs to be sober to pull off the ragged rhythms of the chorus . . . Ho-Ag’s latest, The Word From Pluto, has plenty of hip touchstones in their blizzard of sound . . . but played with bravery, balance, and smarts, carrying with it the feel of basement shows rather than arty detachment."
Weekly Dig: "From the first fall-down-the-curvy-back-stairwell notes of "Paint the Navy" to the massive discordant coronary that puts "The Hoodoo Sea" to sleep, Ho-Ag’s second full-length is a bold step (or hard stumble) forward from, well, just about everything."
Smother Magazine: "This band plays for keeper’s, simultaneously insisting on being your best friend while ready to calculate how quickly they can destroy your idea of what free-form music is all about. Get this album, right the fuck now."
Skratch Magazine: "The second full-length release from this Boston MYSTERY SCIENCE THEATER 3K quintet is one of the most beautiful and original albums ever."
Boston Phoenix: "[Paint the Navy] congeals around circusy keybs and hairpin stunt guitars while frontguy Matt Parish hot-thrashes his way through dissident Wikipedia entries from the ends of time."
