Family Mansion. That raucous, ever-present afterglow when you’re absolutely in love.  Equal parts sweet (“Hate to wake you up but I can’t wait to wake you up”) and carnal (“I’m the sunlight crawling for you”). The more frolicsome musings of Brighten Up the Corners-era Pavement with the stunning harmony of lovers who can climb inside one another’s voices and fit their instruments into a forward-thrusting down beat. This is Family Mansion, whose songs are musical fucking- hip, smart and fun.  He’s a drummer and singer and keyboardist.  She’s a cello and guitar and bass and backing vocalist.  Always there is dynamic tension and often, in the repetition of a word or a phrase, there is climax and release.  In “Solitary Art,” the Family Mansion remind us that, “It’s never too late to let your ego die.” And why not when such beautiful music results from its surrender?
— Tuscon Weekly

a satisfying and nuanced musical experience
— Monterey County Weekly