"I kid you not when I say Style No. 6312 is superb...great and passionate off-kilter rock that absolutely brings to mind Archers of Loaf when they were at their peak, combined with the power and stylings of At The Drive In and a small helping of early Superchunk. The tracks that won me over are 'Adult Entertainment' with its pummeling, almost Big Black styled bass sound, and 'Devise Executes' that builds up like no other - but hey kid, don't get me wrong, the rest of this album is pretty much where it's at as well - forty minutes of genius would not be an understatement. Maybe the best Deep Elm release since Appleseed Cast's 'Mare Vitalis' - and that is high praise indeed." - Fracture

"The White Octave do what so few bands have been able to do on Style No. 6312; they successfully fuse the urgency and vitality of punk rock with pop melodies and interesting arrangements. Sounding at times like a cross between Superchunk and The Jesus Lizard, their guttural sound also recalls such innovators as Barkmarket. Producer / engineer Bob Weston does an expert job in capturing the dirt and dirge of Devise Executes and Crossing The Rubicon, as well as the surprisingly tender passages of Appeals For Insertion." - Exclaim

"The best thing about The White Octave is their lack of categorization. The new jazz, anti-pop construction of each song moves with a confidence and inventive touch, getting your attention and actually inviting you to take a chance and get lost in the short, glorious soundscapes of each song. 'Call The Kiss' melds into a chorus of heartaching / breaking moments of perfect regret in lyric form. "No Resolution Theory' is a slow delve into the further reaches, with clangy bass lines that explodes into pure wailing bliss, making it seem epochal in a fairly epical album. Not that the girth of The White Octave insists hugeness or a stadium, but there is no denying that their sound is smart and asks us to be so as well, which is why this may be the underground cool you have been hunting for." - Skratch

"The White Octave have a uniquely brilliant take on life's excruciatingly awkward instances, giving Style No. 6312 a uniquely haunting attraction. The lyrics on Style No. 6312 come crashing through like some assailant's dagger and bleed into your brain. It only takes one listen for the melodies to embed themselves in your mind and leave you humming and singing lyrics that you will undoubtedly remember. A ferociously confident rhythm section and blistering guitar riffs, soft achy vocals that occasionally go on tandem jump scream sessions all add up the the Octave's musical style that is so refreshingly honest, it can't be flawed." - Salt For Slugs

"The White Octave show a real desire for shaking up the emo universe...the boys don't like to play nicely in the corner. They have a quiet intensity that gives this album a real emotional wallop. The thing never lets up. And when that intensity is combined with wide-ranging influences and a need to explore the outer limits of music, well, good things are bound to happen. The White Octave never stops pressing, and that leaves me totally impressed. This one leaves a mark." - Aiding And Abetting

"There are some albums you just have to listen to all the way through, and this is one of them. The White Octave's post-hardcore, ultra-dramatic, emo rock is particularly compelling because of Stephen Pedersen's strained but unshakeable vocals. No matter how extreme the lyrics become you believe he means what he says. The subject matter is the stuff of manic depression and loneliness, but it is performed with absolute sincerity. Stunningly moody with a hard edge, this is a must have for anyone in the throws of angry depression...or those who like listening to other people who are." - Kerrang

"The dynamics of power and emotion that were evident in Cursive's music can be heard. But this does not really sound like Cursive. Rather, Stephen Pedersen and his new bandmates have crafted a very unique and powerful debut. It's powerful and complex rock with stellar rhythm, emotional and powerful vocals, and, above all, a thick and brilliant texture. That's what makes this album so unique and so good. The White Octave seem to be all about complexity and power, and each song differs from the last while building on the brilliance of this album. And while this can best be called a post-hardcore band, I guarantee the energy and talent of their style of rock is something very different, and something you're going to love." - Delusions of Adequacy

"Don't let all the pretty pictures of suave, sophisticated females fool you. Stephen Pederson, former guitarist from Cursive, is not trying to make his new band another Blueboy. Instead, he's developing his vocal chops with The White Octave to create a powerhouse guitar group that screams with the best of them. Yes, Rye Coalition and Zulu as Kono: here is your noisier neighbor. While I admit sheer loudness does not earn kudos by itself, The White Octave do a great job at making their intricate, Jawbox-like songs penetrate not only your ear but your brain matter. There are enough melodic thrusts in 'Adult Entertainment' to keep even the honeymooners in the upstairs room contented, while the group's lyrics more than equal the dual guitar attack when it comes to pounding across a point ('If I could split my heart in two/I'd give the beating half to you'). It's impossible not to give this a listen without being impressed by the manic intensity that erupts whenever the White Octave takes their music into territories where no man can hum along." - Splendid

"The White Octave are turning up their amps on Style No. 6312 as they ambitiously bring to light their debut record. The outcome is blinding with gorgeous melodies and signature rock moments. Songs like Adult Entertainment and Crashing The Clarion are scorchers with impressive sonic architecture and delicate song structures." - Readyset...Aesthetic

"Style No. 6312 provides punching thrills throughout, and The White Octave prove that they are happy playing at many different tempos and volumes, providing a total dynamic experience for the listener. The guitars emit a creative edge while the lyrics make you think that Stephen Pederson is hovering on the brink. The White Octave have succeeded in creating a totally unique album." - Music Emissions

"If there's such a thing as gut-rock, this is without a doubt the epitome of said genre. On Style No. 6312, The White Octave plays from the heart, pushing each song forward like it's an anthem and proceeding to rock my ass as a result. Think Jawbox, think rock and roll, think whatever...just do me a favor and don't try to label this emo. Kind of like the big kid from down the street with the leather jacket - noisy, loud and about five steps from the edge of sanity - yet you can't help but to like him for it." - Yahtzeen

"Style No. 6312 is a blast of bittersweet groans and searing guitars. Let by Stephen Pederson, The White Octave certainly lays down some gorgeous melodies. At times this record is peaceful and soothing and at other times disruptive and disturbing. The songwriting and lyrics are outstanding. The White Octave play from the gut...and I believe it. These songs are made up of mostly sweat and sacrifice. Style No. 6312 is an amazing debut and should definitely shuffle The White Octave into the spotlight." - Interference

Appeals For Insertion i'm not waiting around. you have opened the door. waiting for nothing more. no more touring around. but it keeps my nights full. no more nights with no encore. this salt in wound scenario is growing old. but i'm protected by a thousand layers of built-up skin. designed to protect what you've destroyed within. i'm not waiting around. you have opened the door. waiting for nothing more. no more touring around. but it keeps my nights full. no more night with just us four. this salt in wound scenario is growing old. and all i have to show for it is scars. just promise that you will always be the one. who talks when i refuse to speak. just let me miss Crashing The Clarion weight is now on the audience. when i carry this load. it means i break through to the sound. songs sent by new agents. some sort of message is sent. but it never breaks through. spies looking for sound. severed by noise into presence and waves. you say i won't turn away. bleeding the sun for the plans that you've made on this sound. start crashing the clarion. dissecting their every-made move. but i will push through to sound. enter the code again. electric channels shut down. to crash all the sound into waves. a shift takes place. mixing the mud to create machines in machines. cries looking for ears. designed to be noise but in the end it rescinds. down to shocks and blips on a screen. i shot today. hurray hurray for me. and it may take some time to believe what you say. while i'm losing this game i don't want to play. and the subject survives because you give it weight. while i'm still losing this game i don't want to play. i don't want to play. weight is now on the audience. when i carry this load it means i break through Devise Executes corrected for the first time. where do you think this moves us. respect begins with knowledge but you don't want to learn. what i devise executes in front of me. but i'm so uninspired by this. so i leave. it's not that i can't speak to you. it's just words won't commence. so many times presumption has gotten the best of me. but it's okay to sink. some say that it's just like a lie that turns true. you don't see that i'm so uninspired by you. so i leave. it's not that i'm that lonely. it's more like i need someone to hear. so you say. that it's just like a lie that turns true. you don't see. that i am so uninspired by you. so i leave Etc. (instrumental) Call The Kiss under stars. i watch the sky. as night consumes the daylight. and i recall the sweetest dreams. but red wine helps them fade. here's to another glass. i need it to displace. the emptiness i cannot swallow. i tried to cleanse these guilty hands. but the stains they won't leave. i tried to rush to your defense. but i tripped on my weak words. don't terrorize. my senseless whines will fade. my eyes complain. my mouth stays shut. i leave you in your bed. i pulled your teeth. to hear the truth. the truth is it still kills me to this day. but don't terrorize. my senseless whines will fade. into another glass. it's too soon for today. today i feel about okay. i wait for these nights to come to an end. so i can feel at home. i tried to rush to your defense. but these guilty hands they shake. don't terrorize. my senseless whines will fade. if i could split my heart in two. i'd give the beating half to you. if these words never rise above us. i swear i'd slit my wrists for you. if life becomes so cold and dim. that to breathe is to live. then i'll breathe for you. but i won't repent. i won't repent for what i did to make this break. here's to another glass. i need it to replace the emptiness. i cannot take away Piss And Vinegar (instrumental) Adult Entertainment i think you should know. we're uninvited. i think we should go. so don't get excited. don't get excited. but i can give them what they want. i know it's entertainment. save it up for another day. i try to leave but you follow me. you break my mind in a subtle way. i guess i'm just a casualty of entertainment. don't tell me i shrug my shoulders. even atlas lost his balance. but i can give them what they want. i know it's entertainment. save it up for another day. i try to leave but you follow me. you break my mind in a subtle way. i guess i'm just a casualty Crossing The Rubicon stayed and slow the truth takes time to show. who's here to stay. played with force their egos clash in a wave of useless sound. you don't know what you deserve. and all i can say that it's not me baby. you can sell yourself somewhere else. these chords chew slowly through your heart. concentrate and it just might happen for you. surrender your loyalties to me. slaves. we destroy what we have created. till it all comes back to you with you were wrong. you don't know what you have earned. but it's not me baby. you can sell yourself somewhere else. these chords chew slowly through your heart. concentrate and it just might happen for you. surrender your apologies to me No Resolution Theory mistaking your drunken flirtations. for something more than that. but it's just a healthy temptation. that keeps me coming back. and the light that you receive. is nothing more than the light you give to me. when it's fate that guides. the soul lives in its shadow. in this salacious lie. we learn to forget the patterns of the stars. you're dressed for success this time. not that it matters. you only get one try. then it goes away. don't pretend to be just watching. it's okay. it's okay to touch. and the light that you receive. is nothing more than the light you give to me. when it's fate that guides. the soul lives in its shadow. in this salacious lie. we learn to forget the patterns of. the stars in the sky. all becomes a unified light for you. you're dressed for success this time. not that it matters. you only get one try. then it goes away This Is Not A Subsistence Existence at times it's best not to think in words. but this is not a subsistence existence. those who grow alone give up South delayed like a caesarean baby. i'm owned till i split from this shell. reigned over like mignons and pupils. i barely breathe for myself. so where are your engines. where are your servants. they've dethroned you with cold stares. and last and least it's your only invention. but your creation has gone stale. show me you defuse. and i'll break you down with light. you can't sell your own worth back to me. but you tell me your confused. and i prove it is a lie. you can't sell your own worth back to me. hurray it's your own bastille day. freedom rings in my ears like the band. weight transfers quickly from my hands. and the shoulders i lean upon. show me your confused. and i'll prove it is a lie. you can't sell your prideless self this time. show me your defused. and i'll prove it is a lie. you can't sell your own worth back to me Guts And Black Stuff (instrumental) Style No. 6312 in the rain. i see your makeup. slowly dissolving on your cheek. in a way. you're like a circle. constant and closed off from me. it's time that i wrote this song. it's about you. i surrender to you. in the wake of the conversation. i'm devoted to you. i surrender to you. and i claim this to be the first day. i can wake up without you in my head. so we play songs of disaster. but the tone of the music will change. it's time that i wrote this song. it's about you. i surrender to you. in the wake of conversations. i'm devoted to you. i surrender to you. i lost you. i lost you. i lost you dear