"Like Semisonic's Dan Wilson, Love-cars singer James Diers has an invitingly affable voice that gives even the prickliest of sentiments a polished, radio-ready sheen. For a band that is as ambitious as this Minneapolis foursome, that streak of accessibility is probably a good thing. [I'M FRIENDS WITH ALL STARS] ably balances expansive instrumental interplay and darkly dramatic hues ('Now We're Even') with more straightforward pop hooks ('Man of the Month'). The band's lyrics range from dealing with the tangled emotional yearning of adolescence ('Stammer'; 'Call Me Sometime, Best Friends Forever'), with Diers undercutting tension with tenderness and vice-versa, to getting a little worked up about pop-star packaging. The album opener, '24,' finds Diers delivering this succinct little salvo: 'Elevator anthems are all the rage/They have no scent I can detect/But they seep out on each airwave.' As if that weren't enough to submarine the band's chances of ever being introduced by Casey Kasem, the track unravels at a snail's pace that suggests what would happen if the Red House Painters dropped a few downers with 764-Hero and let the tape roll. Now that's guerilla radio."
(CMJ New Music Monthly)
"This Midwestern outfit spin beautiful songs of lovelorn longing as well as kinetic fragments of otherworldly sonic noise -- wonderfully endless ribbons of melodically dissonant, electric arpeggios. ... The innovative injections of studio magic into a tried-and-true formula of warm, surrounding tones and raw, aching songs will make you want to sit down and make one last mix tape for the one who broke your heart."
"Singer James Diers is introspective without the usually attendant navel-gazing, and matches the ebb and flow of the album with a unique delivery that never becomes tiresome or tearfully sentimental. What's more, the boys in Love-cars know their way around a hook. 'Ultimate Goodbye,' 'Lovesick Sigh,' and especially 'Call Me Sometime, Best Friends Forever,' with its expertly crafted high-school yearbook/lesson plan nostalgia ('Your yearbook is the Grand fucking Canyon / Your yearbook is the universe expanding'), all beat the pants off of anything in major rotation on AAA radio. Jesus. If there were any justice in the world of popular music, this band would be splayed all over VH-1, and in prime time, too, right where Train and Jimmy Eat World normally tread. If you've found yourself cursing under your breath at any of the fey, mewling malnourished who are responsible for some of the most uninspired rock music, underground or otherwise, in recent memory, I'M FRIENDS WITH ALL STARS is an eloquent and well-crafted antidote."
(All Music Guide)