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Winterpills bring you a tender, filigreed sound, a humming and a fragmentation of warmth and chill, a delicate suspension of belief. They are a band playing you songs of pretty losses and hollow hopefulness. They formed on a bare wood floor during a winter when mutual friends and potential enemies met to nurse wounds, drink, ignore the obvious, play other people's songs, and found they had their own. They now give them to you in all their friendly, angry, wimpy, moody fragility.

Winterpills will not tame you. Winterpills may hurt you. Do not let Winterpills crumble in your fingers. Do not wash off afterwards.

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NPR feature on Winterpills, aired Dec. 18, 2005: Go here.

"[An] ice-filigreeing-the-bare-trees sound, cold and achingly beautiful -- is what sets this group apart... downright glorious when the harmonies start, as crisp and shining as crystal." -- The Washington Post

"Deeply moving...heartrending... a mesmerizing flash of warmth among the turned-down lamps and cold hardwood floors of a wintry night. Singers Philip Price and Flora Reed harmonize like kin." -- No Depression

" 'Threshing Machine' and the muted glimmer of 'Want the Want' personify the bands depth, leaving this eponymous offering a prescription for indie fans looking to fill a void..." -- All Music Guide

"Winterpills make seamlessness look easy. they get the balance just right, creating a landscape of muted colors and slow-building hooks...Sadness never sounded more sublime." --Junkmedia.com

"Winterpills has offered up a debut of faultless, sparkling indie pop, reminiscent of the gems once tossed out by the late Elliott Smith... a perfect album."-- Performer Magazine

"Winterpills walk the fragile dynamic of intimate warmth and emotional chill... full of classic American snapshots."-- Harp