"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
"The dark, sinister mood is aided by the epic prog-rock length of the songs, which gives the gnashing guitars more room to breathe and allows more time for the industrial atmosphere to seep under the listener’s skin.…She Walks, She Creeps’ drags us to hell, and we go willingly, intoxicated by its dark allure." - Ride the Tempo
"The cave punks have outgrown their lair and venture out into the night now a lumbering post-rock monster" – Chart Attack
Vinyl limited to 500 copies worldwide.