Here is a new review of our LP by Mike at Smallfish:

I'm really chuffed to have grabbed some copies of this debut release from Panic Arrest. I like the label for 2 reasons. One, it's a good label, naturally. And two, it's a vinyl only label and that shows a good degree of faith in the generally uncaring world of music. Superior Proof Of Cinema is a delicious piece of work that showcases the sound of organic electronic music in fine, fine style. Simply using guitars and effects Minus Pilots have conjured up a low-key, magical sounding set of works that will gently woo you with their melodic, melancholy feel. There's a power here, although not in the traditional in-your-face kind of way. It's more the subtlety that does it to you and you'll find yourself turning the record over again and again and each listen will bring you another micro-facet of this very emotive, very beautiful album. You may well have guessed that I'm somewhat enamoured with it. I am. And I'm sure you will be too. Wonderful.

A nice review we have gotten from Ilan at the superb Collective...

Minus Pilot's first full length, Superior Proof of Cinema, consists of blissful ambient soundscapes littered with guitar sounds that clang effortlessly in the fore. The record’s crackly production complements the ethereal world that the artwork so wonderfully depicts. The album's opener, 'Twin Screens Fail', throbs until the guitars become submerged in a blanket of warm, hypnotic drones. The record ends in a similar fashion, with the guitars wavering gently until they become wholly enmeshed in the ambient fuzz. Although not quite as poignant as William Basinski or as entrancing as Tim Hecker, Minus Pilots have proved their ability to captivate. Definitely one to watch.

We've got a new review from the lovely Martijn Busink at Musique Machine. Here it is:

When I put the needle into the groove I wondered what happened the lp. There was an amount of static that made you wonder if this album was second hand instead of being a brandnew limited edition release of the equally brandnew Panic Arrest imprint.

On first listen I must say it came off as rather random guitar noodlings through an echopedal, to put it a bit crude. On repeated listenings I'm happy to admit this was much too crude and I changed my mind. Not that these aren't (bass) guitarnoodlings echoing on forever to weave a mellow texture, but it's far from boring if you allow yourself to be sucked into the soundworld of the anonymous Brits operating under the name Minus Pilots. It's moody, mellow and ultimatly very pleasing on the ear. Strings are melancholically plucked to get lost in a labyrinth of corroded electronics and ageing cassette tape recorders. The static I mentioned in the intro crackles you into a nice nostalgic haze while the echoes ponder into space.

Panic Arrest releases 180 grams vinyl in small, limited pressings exclusively, so don't wait too long. Minus Pilots are the first to deliver an artifact that's just fun to get. Fuck downloading! I'm not a vinyl buff, but this just is so much more fun to spend money on than on a bunch of impersonal bits and bytes called mp3's. There's the pretty artwork by Parskid, but also the manufacturing of this gatefold is just gorgeous. People into the music of Caretaker and William Basinski are advised to check this out, as they might like what's on offer in the crackly grooves of Superior Proof Of Cinema.

4/5

Here is another review of our LP by Canada's incredible Textura:

Minus Pilots inaugurates the England-based imprint Panic Arrest with a strong, forty-five-minute album of evocative electro-acoustic sound sculpting. The group (personnel details aren't provided) constructs Superior Proof of Cinema's trance-inducing moodscapes using electric basses, looping devices, decrepit cassette tape recorders, and various analogue, vintage, digital, and custom effects pedals. Though there are pauses between the six identified tracks, each side of the 180 gram vinyl slab feels like a singular piece of meditative, bass guitar-based drift. Minus Pilots' restrained and sensitive style draws the listener into its web, leaving one to contentedly surrender to the music's steady and ponderous flow. Though the static-laden and bass guitar-heavy material strays little from its preferred mood of reverie, Superior Proof of Cinema avoids sounding one-dimensional but instead satisfyingly uniform. Mention also must be made of the fabulous gatefold sleeve and the cover artwork created by Seattle artist Parskid.

Incidentally, Panic Arrest's resident mastering engineer is Harris Newman whose credits include releases by Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Do Make Say Think, Silver Mt. Zion, Fly Pan Am, and other Constellation-associated acts. In keeping with its affection for the tactile pleasures that come from experiencing music using the turntable-based medium, Panic Arrest was established to release limited vinyl editions of alternative, experimental, minimalist, and drone recordings. Long may it run.

Eternal thanks to Phil at Norman Records for the review and making Superior Proof of Cinema their album of the week. And here it be:

I think the record that's taken me most this week is the outstanding LP by Minus Pilots on the Panic Arrest label. This is a new UK label which seems to have some good stuff on the horizon. They just release albums on 180 gram vinyl so I'm taken from the off. The sleeve did it for me 'n all what with it's weird little forest monsters which aren't a million miles away from the art in Princess Mononoke (top film!). The music itself it just bass guitar, tape recorders and some electronics. I'm totally moved by this record It's absolutely gorgeous!! Think some of the lighter moments of Rothko crossed with William Basinski and the earlier more weird Loren Mazzacane Connors. There's loads of vinyl crackles all over the record which give it that warmth. It's just a whole album chocka full of warm meandering atmospherics. Just listening to it then I got stuck in some sort of weird trance and forgot what I was doing. Man, this record takes you somewhere else and spits you out as an exhausted mess in a different dimension. Stick with it though as it's not a particular obvious on first listen but I've been obsessively playing this all week and can't leave it alone. Superior Proof Of Cinema is LP only and is completely fucking sexy!