"Dante High’s full-throttle romantic synthpop compels metaphor, not because it’s esoteric, but because it fits within a universe of suburb-meets-country-noir doldrums: papercut (or is it fistfight?) blood on fresh-cut grass, makeouts amid dead cicadas, class anxiety in the dull summer sun. Some ways I’ve described their eminently danceable and screamable music: like S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders meets Joy Division; what Riverdale’s score would sound like if its showrunners had sonic sense; the “goth” in Southern Gothic; stadium pop-rock for overgrown Piedmont high school arenas. " -- INDY WEEK PITTSBORO, NC