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Pheromone is easily one of the best and most intriguing releases to emerge from the post-Khanate world of what people are calling 'art-doom- these days. -- Rock-a-rolla Magazine

Four tracks in 39 minutes yields some decent extinction-level doom. The trump card is Ohara’s wail, which reminds me of the mysterious Japanese voice in Blade Runner in a lower register. -- Decibel Magazine

Pheromone is caked with crust and is defined by long, slow, trance-inducing songs that could double as funeral hymns. Yoshiko Ohara wails and howls as though she's in a perpetual state of mourning, and it's the perfect complement to the doom and gloom riffs. -- CMJ

Sounds like a crazy Japanese chick hijacking the mic at tectonic doom behemoths Khanate's final show--and moaning so well the band decided not to break up. -- Revolver Magazine

Pheromone will lead you through a radical purification of sorts, setting a blazing fire at the roots of your very existence, burningwith a slow-roast ferocity many bands attempt but few ever master. -- Metal Maniacs Magazine

With their unique vision and cathartic live performance, there's little doubt that the 'Panda are destined for cult stardom. -- Rocksound Magazine

I've been listening to it for about a month, and it warrants the word "stunning" in a way that not much music does...that a band this great - a Brooklyn band this great, no less - are managing to sustain semi-invisibility in this day and age is both frustrating (since they're awesome) and somewhat gratifying (since invisibility trumps both flying and super-strength, as any right-thinking eight-year-old knows). -- John Darnielle/Last Plane to Jakarta

A different kind of doom metal comes from this Japanese female-fronted New York outfit. Busier than most bands of its ilk, Bloody Panda play dense, despairing songs that tumble, clatter and drone through the ether. -- MTV's Headbanger's Blog

Most of these apocalyptic belly-crawlers run around 10 minutes, but the shortest track, killer opener "Untitled," gets right to it, baring all their gifts: "Right to it" being a slooow funereal death plod that seems too tied to the Earth to follow Yoshiko’s enchanting life-exit-strategy siren song. -- Paper Thin Walls

Metal fans, you’re looking at one of the finest doom albums to come out in recent memory. Indie fans, if you dig this, welcome, you’ve officially crossed over to the dark side for good. -- PopMatters