ED PINSENT wrote:

Last heard by us in 2005 with their brilliant private press EP "Too Hot To Handle" / "Too Cold To Hold" which was a true ’scorcher-maroo’. They’re a London-based guitar and drums duo, now spreading their ferocious wings over the length of two sides of a long player and turning in a much more complex and fascinating racket than their first primal, angry EP of brutal noise-thrash. Somehow they are contriving a much more denatured, weirded-up sound - the recording quality here is not lo-fi, distorted or treated, but it still projects as just plain weird, radiating bizarro-beams across the county. What have they done to it? Agitated and twitchy, they’re playing like two crazed zombies stuck in neutral, creating hand-knitted tape loops out of their own primitivist styles. I could listen to this mesmerizing, growling, monotonous grind for 100 years. While we may look for some surface resemblance to Brooklyn duo Mouthus, I think Temperatures are already finding their own voice to the extent that they could give said Mouthus or even Yellow Swans some serious competition. Temperatures can do noise, but this is very sophisticated and dynamic, at the same time exploring some difficult mixed emotions which are hard to name. It seems to be something to do with finding ways around blocked communications, overcoming frustrated gestures. Live and in real time, the duo can be heard to take on this semi-heroic struggle on behalf of the human race, and emerge at the other end drenched with the sweat of their efforts - perhaps not clutching the trophy of success, nor dispensing pat answers to the problematic questions of life, but certainly enriched by their experience. You can be enriched too - snarf up a copy of this dark boiler-bash recording, housed in its murky screenprinted sleeve, and work out those constipated feelings via the cleansing purge of guitar and drum noise.

THE SOUND PROJECTOR ISSUE 16 (2007) P.142