Come, Arrow, Come! is terminally precious in its mix of modern folk and psychedelic tropes with a thin veneer of what the Festival seem to think music sounded like in the days of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. [The] affected delivery… and the slapdash arrangements sound like the work of musicians with only the vaguest sense of what the records which inspired the Festival actually sounded like.Thus proving the fallibility of allmusic.com, this incredibly mean-spirited review of Festival’s debut ignores the guts and gusto of a thoroughly charming first outing: a bit of breath and friends are sometimes all you need. Band’s name consists of one word, and still the reviewer gets it wrong – go figure. Even better, go listen and make up your own mind.
Oddi wrth y brawd