"There are a few major movements that define the post-rock family tree. There tend to be three geographically-based camps most usually referenced. Those are Scotland, Montreal, and Chicago. The one thing that those three places don't have is tall trees. Seattle has tall trees. The Luna Moth take the days-long, ocean-bred storms of Scotland, mix it with the icy, precise freedom of Montreal, and equalize the output with an inspiring measure of Chicago post-jazz life. This concoction manages to grow an impressive set of enveloping, magnificent song-forests that are both as full of peace and respite as they are of shadows and fear - and indeed, at times it sounds like what those who cause darkness and terror must feel like when they, too, are finally at peace."

- Ben, The Speed of Silence

"I'd certainly suggest to any caveman seeking to get his grizzly hands back on the essence of rock"

- the whole review at Slightly Confusing to a Stranger

"This reminds me of Explosions in the Sky without all the prettiness."

- Tara

"A sludgy but not sloppy exercise in psychedelic heroism."

- JJ, Blue Moon

" Seattle's The Luna Moth certainly know how to do their work. On their latest release The Compass That Only Points East, they methodically plod through layers of musical murk and banausic rhythms, resulting in uncompromising, steadfast songs for contemplation. "

- April 2005 AstroPOP!, Three Imaginary Girls

"All deserted streets at 3am and fogged up parked car windows sounding."