Pitchfork

Hard to say what’s more shocking-- that an artist would dare to mimic the inscrutable racket of the Fall or that one would even want to here at the start of 2007. "En Papier" contains multitudes in its four minutes, as hexed as it is perverted by its source material. It's all here: the churlish sing-speak, the paradoxically onerous pop, the way the song veers, stops, rewinds. While "En Papier" is unmistakably studied in execution, its skillful, calculated rendering suggests that These New Puritans' apprenticeship may be just that. The song's inherent pretensions hint at a band with the desire to break free of familiar confines, if not necessarily the resolve, although even that will likely come in time. For now, These New Puritans will have to settle for impeccable thievery.