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American Songwriter Feature 2011
After the ’60s psych-inspired Paris and a pop-exploiting singles project, “Get The Gunz” and “In New York, Everything Is Tropical,” (the latter was released on Mountain Dew’s Green Label Sound), Psychopomp is a more soulful statement. It’s an album of intensity, with beautiful pop songs that don’t reveal themselves easily... The album doesn’t fit neatly anywhere. Whereas Paris was a pastoral slice of classic rock goodness, Psychopomp picks up elements of pop music but also contains Sullivant’s personal thoughts and depicts images from dreams.

Fader Feature 2008
While Kuroma's debut Paris has been somewhat of an Internet phenom, there is no MySpace page to speak of and his website consists only of his record. As unassuming in nature as his persona, the songs on Paris give the impression that there is a genius at work, but one who doesn't want the world to get too close.

The Onion AV Club Paris Review
A fuzzed, glittering collection of organic, unpolished psychedelic pop that shimmers with the revolutionary energy of classic rock.
Throughout, Kuroma riffs, jams, and dances, glamorous one moment and roughly unrefined the next. The track that best shows the band's promise, "Alexander Martin," bounces to a catchy keyboard-acoustic combo like an undiscovered gem from generations past.
An explosion of experiments… the energy is addictively captivating.

Pop Dose Paris Review
We searched the Internet low and high, trying to find some trace of this artist. No MySpace page. No official site. No MP3s on Hype Machine. Did this artist really exist?
…Where hard rock meets glam rock meets psych meets pop: this is where Kuroma's Paris EP lies.

Esquire Magazine 50 Songs Every Man Should Be Listening To 2009
"Searching for a Sheep," Kuroma (Paris)
Because it takes a certain self-confidence to insert seven seconds of dead space right at the midway point of your debut album's first song. And because this ex-MGMT guitarist's Ziggy Stardust impression is dead-on.

Spinner Paris Review
The EP's final track, 'Beneath the Winds That Lash Neptune's Blue Skies Falls a Hard Rain of Diamonds,' deserves mention, not only because it has a 14-word title, or because it's nearly nine minutes long, but because it's an absolute barnstormer that manages to combine a calypso intro, some aforementioned trippiness, a wicked little Meters bass line and some uplifting tube-warming guitar solos that would make any Clapton fan weak at the knees. Truly great stuff.

It's hard to say whether Sullivant has entirely left his garage rock roots behind: Some of the guitar effects he uses would suggest not, but he certainly seems comfortable drifting off into wild, dreamy soundscapes -- and we're quite happy to go with him.

Mercury Lounge (NYC) live review
As engaging as Kuroma was for their 30 minute plus set, nothing could prepare the crowd for "I Was The Rat." On the last song, Sullivant dropped his guitar, peeled off his jacket and morphed into what can be best described as the bastard son of David Bowie, Freddie Mercury and Marc Bolan. Sullivant bounced around the stage in his skin tight jeans and tank top to the piano and drum driven song. His red hair bouncing around as he pointed at his eyes and the audience and busted out an array of dance moves. If the audience hadn't paid attention during the previous 30 minutes, they definitely paid attention now. I am still stunned by the performance and can't decide whether it was brilliance or just a flash of insanity. At least it gave the audience something to ponder for the next 15 minutes until the Cold War Kids appeared.

Review from The Metro in Chicago, supporting Primal Scream
Their appearance at the Metro was preluded by a deafening silence and muddled confusion from the audience waiting for Bobby Gillespie and his sonic screamadelica. So I took it upon myself to walk over while they were greeted by the silence to tell them I heard they lit Austin [sxsw] on Fire. Hank looked at me and a nostalgic "pfffft" came out. behind a smirk of satisfaction. They looked at each other and began whispering "Austin was just sick." "Man, you have no idea." By the end of the set, the crowd had shifted from mild appreciation to full blown frenzy, screaming their heads off for a band that is proving to be the one to watch in Rock and Roll.