"And passed the sounds of squeaking wheels, and rolling trash, and orange peels, are the tones that only lonely travelers know..."

"We'd employ all the loons at the Marquette Hotel to remark on the starkness and decline of the neighborhood lawns and smokey pastels that were once so vividly green. Oh, what it means to be a witness to the thriftlessness of irony."

"Containing a lust for life and beautiful harmonies, the song weaves together folksy tunefulness reminiscent of solo Ben Gibbard with an infectious repeating chorus."

-Youa Vang, The Current

"Citrus smell- the walnut shell, and how you were pissed off and listless this time. Everyone wants for a Saturday. Everyone longs for a try."

"Ulseth emerges as one of the scene's most promising new indie-folk pickers since Jeremy Messersmith with his debut album, "Broken Bones," whose all-acoustic and sometimes melodica- and omnichord-enhanced tunes alternately recalls Fleet Foxes, Nick Drake and the Mountain Goats." 

- Chris Reimenschneider, Star Tribune

"Oh Mystery! Were you carved this way? Oh Figurine! Cut from the wood of an evergreen tree."