"(5 out of 5) Motel Beds are the bad boys at the sock hop who’ve
spiked the punch. The musical equivalent of Eddie Haskell, they charm your parents and then spend the evening with you smoking funny smelling cigarettes behind the bleachers. While they spent 2009 through 2011 honing a sound that recalled the powerhouse arena acts of the ‘60s and ‘70s, as well as England’s ‘90s modern rock exports, Dumb Gold is a time warp to when the radio dial was set to airwaves delivering Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and The Four Seasons.
There is a fist-pumping rock undercurrent here too.Think The Strokes, but without daddy’s money"
- Tim Anderl (Ghettoblaster)

" (4.5 out of 5) Their blended style of British Invasion hi-fi meets Midwestern lo-fi works throughout Dumb Gold and I believe just pushes the album past Tango Boys as their now best release to date"
- Christopher Anthony (The Fire Note)

"Pop-rock’s historical current runs through the fast-moving first half of the album, from the tumbling boogie of “Valentimes” to the riff-driven “Rattle, Rattle,” which would have had ’70s Midwestern kids pumping their stoned fists"
- John Wenzel (Hey Reverb)

"The band’s eighth release is a ten-track collection of angular, idiosyncratic songs, showcasing their remarkable musicianship and appreciation for no-frills rock & roll"
- Leo DeLuca (Donewaiting)

"Jangled indie-pop-punk in the arena of a less-chaotic Bananas, a more refined version of The Thermals, early Teenage Cool Kids and Christmas Island"
-GG (Maximum Rock N' Roll)