Horsehands has solidified both a unique sound and a place in the Boston music scene through frenetic live shows and recordings while remaining somewhat of a well kept secret among the musician and record-collecting sect. This band excels in disassembling familiar musical tropes and regurgitating them out in frantic, confused, frustrated form. The fragmented song structures have a fluidity to them that helps separate their brand of rock music from some of the more angular post-punk groups. While there are some jarring twists and turns here and there, the overarching structural themes reign in the madness. Guitar fireworks give way to a circuitous and impossibly dense rhythm section, accented by vocals taken from the far reaches of pop weirdness. Everything in a Horsehands song has its place, which is surprising given just how much is going on at any given moment.

Press

Concerning "Snipers on the Stack" from their EP, Amble:
"…Horsehands snuck this monster out last summer on the Internet as part of a self-released EP, and local brains haven't been the same since. The band mean-mug through the first third like a grouchy gang of Steve Albini clones before the impossibly wound-up guitars make like busted jack-in-the-boxes, lurching out on rusty springs. This is David Lynch's cameo at your house show."
- The Boston Phoenix

"…[Horsehands'] contribution "What A Dish" has just about every key element of the band's DNA: dense and soaring guitar leads, heavy and proggy rhythm parts, wildly inventive song structures, and elusive vocals that seem taken from both human and extraterrestrial sources …"
- Boston Band Crush

"genuinely exciting and unpredictable music which is nigh on impossible to pin down"
- Sparks and Nerves