"...a lyrically charged indie explosion you'll love so much you'll feel perverted." --Music Emmission.com

"Sudden tempo changes, a total lack of normal chord structure, and difficult vocal harmonies are typical 20 Minute Loop touches, but the overall effect is far from challenging. In fact, it's charming and pretty - it's pop, after all. Interestingly, the group's three full-length CDs hardly do justice to its live show, which is even better and smarter." --SF Weekly

"Catchiest Band 2005 "...it's immediately evident that their band, 20 Minute Loop, has just unloaded the most absurdly addictive angst-pop record to emerge from the East Bay in, well, actually, ever. Yawn + House = Explosion is a ridiculously fantastic mash-up of pop hooks, slide guitar riffs, and dueling boy/girl vocals that either intertwine perfectly or clash magnificently." --East Bay Express

"...perfect male/female vocal harmonies, wild off-time arrangements, and surreal lyrics are at once achingly familiar and freakishly unexpected." --Flavorpill

"On the surface, 20 Minute Loop sound all catchy and good-natured, but there's a mischievous side to this San Francisco foursome (sic) that features boy-girl harmonies and distorted guitars. The resulting sound is sweet ear candy with serious bite to it, like a big ol' cherry-flavored Tootsie Pop with a shot of bourbon inside." --Noisepop

"...20 Minute Loop establish themselves as something of a triple threat, a band that knows how to create memorable pop hooks, gripping instrumental breaks, and intriguing lyrics." --Pop Matters
"When the chemistry kicks in and a humble indie rock band finds itself with that magical convergence of literate, lyrical inspiration, mad skills, and actual melodies, then watch out. Yawns, begone. Boom. Run for cover..." --SF Bay Guardian

"20 Minute Loop is one of the more refreshing musical experiences I've had in months and months...say you've got XTC. Now subtract the TC, and pair the remainder of John Doe and Exene Cervenka with J. Robbins in a six-by-six cell haunted by Frank Black's muse, with only a Radiohead CD, a Flannery O'Connor novel, and occasional visits from the members of Seely to break the psychosis." --Pitchfork