"It's a coven of growling guitars and bellowed, distorted oaths, just in time for your annual Halloween blood ritual." – The FADER
"To bring you She Walks, She Creeps, they survived several line-up changes (now up to five enigmatic sound warriors), and tossed an entire album into the recycle bin in order to focus on “longer songs, more noise, more feedback and then even more noise.” Indeed, their average track length is now over six minutes, and their sonic assault has reached a level of grandeur most commonly associated with Godspeed You! Black Emperor." - Tiny Mix Tapes
“WTCHS put out by far the best and most rewarding loud rock record this year… Sprinkled with feedback and layered with overblown guitars, howling vocals, beefy horns and Jesus Lizard-like rhythmic precision, She Walks, She Creeps is impossible to turn away from and begs to be turned up.” – Dominionated
"The cave punks have outgrown their lair and venture out into the night now a lumbering post-rock monster" – Chart Attack
Long-listed for 2017 Polaris Music Prize. Vinyl limited to 500 copies worldwide.