Celebration is pure ecstasy, a sexual, spellbinding listen that acts on you physically.  Full text...

By shattering through spot-the-influence rock, Celebration should sweep into its own echelon among bands that are refusing to follow musical trends. And it never hurts to get a little help from your friends along the way.  Full text...

Whatever the exact nature of the mysterious duende, Celebration have certainly connected with it.  Full text...

Celebration's Katrina Ford makes Polly Jean Harvey sound like Sandra Dee, and you're not going to have much use for her band if you can't get with her swooping, mewling, grunting, cooing, slurping, yawping, yipping, trilling, whooping howl.  Full text...

It sounding like the amphetamine powered house band still hammering out dance tunes at Jay Gatsby's place, long after all the guests have left for their homes and beds.  Full text...

Celebration is the kind album that you really need to be in the right frame of mind for.  Full text...

Celebration should be applauded for their singular style and inventiveness; but to the musical voyeur it's not only a pointless exercise, but a taxing one, too.  Full text...

Celebration ought to give the Goth kids something to smile about (and that's something in and of itself,isn't it?), but the band doesn't rekindle our love affair with the creepy and dark overtones of classically inspired Goth. If you have to celebrate, stick to The Cure's "Funeral Party."   Full text...