| Americana U.K.
| "A perfect antidote to the festive drivel we’re cursed with at the moment."
| J.S.
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| Blotzine
| "To watch a performance of The Slow Poisoner is to be happily reminded that, at root, the Blues is a music of great passion, great terror, and great power."
| TG
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| BOG-GOB
| "If you live your life off the beaten path then this is the soundtrack."
| J.R. Oliver
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| Dagger
| "What you got is the full package: stories that are as good as the best of em', damn fine tunes and some amazing artwork. Now, when you see Andrew live he offers up bottles of his... umm... "potion." Try some punk... I dare ya."
| Tim Hinely
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| Flavorpill
| "Looking like a Vincent Price villain from some apocryphal '50s Saturday-morning television show, the Slow Poisoner (the dastardly alias of one Andrew Goldfarb) spins strange tales of voodoo spells gone awry, headless chickens, and the evil that dwells in the hearts of men — all with just the aid of a bass drum and guitar. Somewhere between Stephin Merritt borrowing the Cramps' songbook and a creepy camp counselor, Goldfarb pares down American roots music to the barest of its gleaming, white bones."
| Matt Sussman
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| Huntsville Alabama Times
| "It’s not a stretch to compare Goldfarb to a one-man version of the White Stripes."
| Matt Wake
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| L.A. Weekly
| "Andrew Goldfarb is a marvelously talented artist with a uniquely loopy style."
| Falling James
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| Las Vegas City Life
| "Falls somewhere between the twisted Americana of the Cramps and the witty pop of Jonathan Richman."
| Jarret Keene
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| Las Vegas Weekly
| "The Slow Poisoner's trick isn't making you like him, but luring you into a false sense of security before striking right at your heart. Beware, his merch may kill you."
| Aaron Thompson
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| Le Cri Du Coyote
| "Assurément la très bonne surprise du moment."
| Christian Labonne
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| The Mick
| "Something unexpected, and entirely delightful, for you to investigate."
| Mick Mercer
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| Missoulian
| "Bizarre or brilliant?"
| Joe Nickell
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| Nashville Music Row
| "This San Franciscan kind of has a Johnny Cash-ish thing going on. Except that he’s a creepy, weird, bent and strange freak-show maniac. He is also a one-man band who plays electric guitar while he thumps a bass drum with his foot. The lyrics are totally surrealistic. It’s a four-song EP called Fatal Floral Phonograph, and I promise you it’s definitely something you don’t hear every day."
| Robert K. Oermann
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| Nashville Scene
| "Now accompanying himself on tell-tale-heart kick drum and jangly guitar, he plays swampy horror rock (along with
the odd Jimmie Rodgers or Bob Wills cover) haunted by bloody hexes and mystic eye-hands. His DIY psychedelia is more
poppy, artful and spare than, say, the Cramps’ garage-bound grunge - imagine demos for Marshall Crenshaw’s first album
possessed by Roky Erickson - but it gives off the same gleeful EC Comics-meets-Fantagraphics heebie-jeebies of his
comics, especially combined with his snake-oil pitchman persona."
| Jim Ridley
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| New York Waste
| "A fun filled basement rocker that will have ya tripping."
| Starr Tucker
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| The Onion
| "He brings his Roald Dahl-meets-Tim Burton music to the masses as an old-timey one-man production."
| Marc Hawthorne
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| The Owl
| "Like Edward Gorey, Goldfarb is simultaneously endearing and macabre, both creepy and cutesy."
| Dave Gulbis
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| Pacific Northwest Inlander
| "Behind those piercing eyes and disarming grin lies the squirming brain of a demented genius. The one-man music/performance art dervish spins hair-raising musical tales of disease, decay and mayhem."
| Mike Corrigan
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| Phosphorescence Magazine
| "Part Rocky Horror Picture Show, part 50's surf rock, part folk, part carnival performance music, and all imagination to the nth degree."
| Lily Emeralde and Emma Dyllan
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| Richmond Virginia Style Weekly
| "Like Buddy Holly gone sort of goth."
| Brandon Reynolds
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| Roctober
| "I'm not saying SP is not the best One Man Band in the world (OK, I am saying that, but he is excellent, making seriously spooky weirdo music), but I am declaring he is the Handsomest One Man band in the world."
| Flamin' Waymon Timbsdayle
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| San Francisco Bay Guardian
| "There's something lovelorn and romantic about the songs, and a quality of pop songwriting, that shows the Poisoner - birth name Andrew Goldfarb - isn't just some kooky-spooky wing nut. He's that too, which for me seals the deal: live, Goldfarb plays guitar, sings, and kicks a bass drum with attached sleigh bells. Fuck, I can't walk and chew gum at the same time."
| Duncan Scott Davidson
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| San Francisco Chronicle
| "Andrew Goldfarb's blend of humor, creepiness, traditional sounds and modern rock remains as strong and peculiar as ever."
| Unattributed
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| Splendid
| "There's something distinctly theatrical about his work; if you have kids, it might occur to you to hire him as a birthday party entertainer. His absurd, seemingly meaningless lyrics communicate a strange sort of wholesomeness, as does the conviction with which he retreads guitar tropes and simplistic beats that might seem tired and stale in other hands."
| Mike Meginnis
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| SwampLand Zine
| "Snake-oil salesman, one-man-band, writer, artist and overall spooky bad-ass."
| Norma Jeane Gonzalez
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| What's Up El Paso
| "Smashes the glam and theatrics of David Bowie broadside into the heart of Johnny Cash..."
| Michael Devine
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| Willamette Week
| "Soon to be ‘poisoning a stage near you,’ illustrator, author and songwriter Andrew Goldfarb - a.k.a. the Slow Poisoner - creates creepy, kooky songs that’d be right at home in a (haunted) circus tent."
| Amy McCullough
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| Wire
| "Something you, uh, don't hear every day."
| Byron Coley
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| Zero
| "Fierce, funny, and more than a little weird."
| Matthue Roth
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