PRESS

"Seattle's disco-punk darlings."

-AUDIOFEmME

"'Marilyn Monroe' is a million-watt disco-funk dazzler that sets off serotonin explosions in your pleasure centers with poised decadence."

- THE STRANGER

“'Marilyn Monroe' – Stellar Disco Punk From The Gods Themselves!”

— Huffington Post

“Local glam-rock luminaries the Gods Themselves brilliant new song “Marilyn Monroe” sounds like a 21st-century update of Siren-era Roxy Music.”

— The Stranger

“”Tech Boys” unsuspectingly crept into my head last week and it refuses to leave!”

— PASTE Magazine

“Bourdain immerses himself in the “boom or bust” city of Seattle where he gets the skinny on the “tech bro” invasion of Capitol Hill, and enjoys fish & chips at the Pacific Inn Pub with band members of The Gods Themselves.”

— CNN

“Bourdain meets with Dustin Patterson and Astra Elane of the band The Gods Themselves, which wrote a song called Tech Boys described by Bourdain as an “iconic hate anthem.”

— Geekwire

“At lunch, local musicians Astra Elane and Dustin Patterson of disco-punk band The Gods Themselves tell Bourdain how you can spot a tech boy (namely Amazon, Google, and Microsoft workers) on the street—sunglasses on, badges swinging in step with their swagger.”

— Condé Nast

“Their fusion of punk tenacity and funky grooves makes them a formidable act, making you want to sweat on the dance floor and overthrow the system simultaneously. Their latest LP, Be My Animal, may be their clearest mission statement yet — taking aim at everything in their path and indulging in their psych tendencies with a healthy dose of interstellar surrealism.”

— KEXP

“These three gallant artists of prestige & immediate purpose unleash all your new romantic conceits of raw open heart honesty with that no-wave techno drum beat that turned the entire world onto what could be achieved in the audio art schools via digital dalliances.”

— Impose Magazine

“”Tech Boys” is a gloriously strutting number that does the splits in a silver jumpsuit between disco’s coiled rhythmic efficiency and neo-glam rock’s bawdiness.”

— The Stranger

 “BE MY ANIMAL revisits the new romantic era with a modern rock punch.”

— Ghettoblaster Magazine

““Cool” is the spacey disco single you didn’t know you needed. It’s the latest from the Seattle art rockers that believe in the magic of the dance floor.”

— Myspace.com

 “Disco, New Wave and guitar pop, with an individualistic and edgy lyrical bent unlike anything else you’ll hear in modern music today. 9 out of 10 stars!”

— SkopeMag

 “Like a great stew, the third album by The Gods Themselves both highlights its influences and main ingredients and elevates them into an entirely new dish.”

— Tuff Gnarl

 “They’re seasoned pros who know how to make glam rock, disco, and chiseled new wave achieve ornate peaks of melody and groove.”

— The Stranger

“For Fans Of Devo, LCD Soundsystem, Chromeo, Electric Six, and The B-52s; The God Themselves should already have a niche fan base out there after just one listen!”

— The Fire Note

 “…hitting hard with an electro crunch and a soulful vocal drawl.”

— Austin Town Hall

“The Gods Themselves is a band out of Seattle whose first priority is making you shake your butt.”

— Death and Taxes Magazine

“The Gods Themselves’ New Album, Pink Noise, Is A+ XXX Dance Rock!!!”

— The Stranger

 “The Gods Themselves have come to rescue you from the musically mundane. No, not those gods, but this human three-piece from Seattle brandishing a fresh bit of woozy wha-wha pedals and shrewd rhythms, and offering zero apologies for their forthright grooviness.”

— CMJ

“…psychedelic buzz and slinky wah wah; and chilly, street-wise vox in the tradition of Blondie, Bush Tetras, and The Long Blondes, The Gods Themselves push all our favorite buttons.”

— The Big Takeover

 “Astra is the QUEEN of the wah!”

— Del Casher, creator of the Wah-Wah pedal

“If this perfect combination of rock-and-roll, sexy beats, and swagger is the Seattle trio’s debut album, we can’t imagine what beautiful monstrosity they will come out with next.”

— Bust Magazine

 “Together, the Seattle trio pursues a loose-limbed, lo-fi vision of rock ’n’ roll that incorporates elements of their other groups while pushing past them with an approach all their own. The same goes for The Gods Themselves, which offers a formidable combination of melody and swagger on a most promising debut.”

— PASTE Magazine

“Seattle trio The Gods Themselves bring a cosmic groove to their sound that’s out-of-this-world.”

— KEXP

“A brute trifecta of drums and two guitars allowing Astra’s compelling stage presence to shine.”

— The Vinyl District

 “Their deliberately-paced, dark-tinted music skirts the boundaries of ’90s alterna-rock, ’80s new wave, and ’70s funk/prog/disco. Astra’s exhibits a playful, provocative pull that entices, and her commanding, charismatic croon is scowling and seductive, exuding Pat Benatar, Siouxsie Sioux.”

— The Big Takeover

“The Gods Themselves have produced a strutting, grooving, peacock of an album, demanding attention. Whether it’s through the narcissistic and hilarious I Am The President, the sleazy, strip club slink of On The Meds, or the frankly filthy, lascivious take on Ginuwine’s Pony, it’s lo-fi with an edge, a smack in the face to slacker pop, a new kid on the block making an impression.”

— Temple of Noise

 “Calling yourselves The Gods Themselves is a huge conceit that can only be managed by, well, a shit ton of swagger. TGT delivers a swift kick confidence that isn’t unlike Le Tigre. But less girly and with more tongue hanging out the side of her mouth.”

— Nerve

  “The Gods Themselves finds the band exploring the tantalizing terrain where garage rock, psychedelia, and sassy, early-’90s Sonic Youth intersect. Oh, and they cover Ginuwine’s “Pony” to superbly lascivious effect. Ultimately, the Gods Themselves are a party band-a smart, rhythmically and melodically astute party band.”

— The Stranger

“The album is truly eclectic in a way that doesn’t stray from the band’s larger identity as a power/psych-pop outfit. From the Ramones-meets-B-52s opening track “Last Chance for Love” to the unbridled, sludgy bludgeoner “Thunderbird” to the gritty cover of the Ginuwine classic “Pony,” The Gods Themselves seem quite comfortable exploring the disparate realms of sonic possibility.”

— Seattle Weekly