‘…the best rock show I’ve seen in months. It was a fit of deliberate
performance that riveted every eye on the powerful Niagaras…’
Dan Aquilante, New York Post
‘The Niagaras remain committed to sharp dressed showmanship and sharp witted
pop.’
New Yorker Magazine
‘The Niagaras are a high turbo blend of manic songs and clever and whacked
out improv – Robert Whaley should be a Ritalin poster boy. And I mean that
admiringly.’
Cynthia True, Time Out New York
‘…it’s painfully obvious why The Niagaras are one of New York’s longest
running acts. Their songs are odd hybrids of Beatles-esque melodies and
Zappa-esque rhythms…’
Dawn Eden, New York Press
‘Singer/cornetist/clown prince Robert Whaley tosses Bowie/Morrissey and
Quentin Crisp into a Ventures blender, adds a dash of grenadine, a splash of
mescaline, hits ‘ultra-whip’ and splurt! It’s all over the
ceiling.’
Steve Santos, Alternative Press
‘Musicians can get by on mere talent. But beauty turns talent into a luxury.
The Niagaras are a handsome quartet who dress like Harry Connick Jr. and sound
like Oingo Boingo with extra guitars.’
Rob Tannenbaum, Musician Magazine
‘Stars fall for the Niagaras’.
Candace Busnell, writer, Sex and the City, for Vogue
Magazine