This is music to be heard, music to be lived in, music to absorb.  Full text...

And with another album under their belt and more experience working together one can only expect more new sounds and further twisting of the “typical” Ratatat sound to come, but for now we all have this tasty collection of Classics to sink our teeth into.  Full text...

The group’s newest album, Classics, even expands their palette to acknowledge music other than wank-rock. In fact, a number of approaches are taken: from the old metal-meets-hip-hop to Rubber Soul rock to flirtations with more straight-forward indie.  Full text...

There is nothing to dislike about Classics, but I get the feeling they're holding back.  Full text...

As with most instrumental music, there's an impulse to allow Classics, the second album from Ratatat (programmer and multi-instrumentalist Mike Stroud and guitarist Evan Mast), to play as white noise.  Full text...

Classics, much like 'tat's self-titled debut, is a uniform experiment in instrumentation-as-expression, the layercake of synths, guitars and hip-hop-ish beats intimating moods we all thought we needed diction to get across.   Full text...

The name of this album is Classics, and while Ratatat's already proven themselves a fun, benign potion of glam, garage, math rock, and dance stewed in mixing board plasma, the title's too big for its britches.  Full text...

Classics is a more complex brew than its predecessor, more varied in texture and tempo and tone.   Full text...

Purely based on the strength of their first two albums, Ratatat has little to fear with any kind of failure myth. And besides, even should a third album fail to impress as much as its predecessors, we can always look back on Classics, give Evan and Mike a forceful kiss on the cheek, and whisper, "I know it was you, Fredo."   Full text...

It's the kind of music that you notice new things upon each listen.  Full text...