"When your songs are too big to be contained: Form a band! Maybe call it after your family name because you like the way it sounds (shit, if it worked for Bon Jovi then who’s to argue). Record those songs in the basement of your parents house in Tacoma. When that burns down, shake it off and move to New York. Find a new band to play with, start working on a symphony (no really, do it), mix your newfound formal training with the noisy exuberance of youth. Get raucous!"
There's nervousness in his voice-- bolstered by ramshackle guitars and a sugar-rushed drum beat that build to an inescapably joyous climax-- but instead of conveying dread, Oberhofer sounds like he's expressing the kind of happy, life-affirming jitters you get when waiting on line for a roller coaster - Pitchfork
"Oberhofer combines the delicately layered shouts of Animal Collective, the drugged-out guitarwork of Real Estate, and the thrashy percussions of The Dodos" Flavorpill
"Despite the kaleidoscopic whirl, there's an emphasis on straightforward lyrics; it's almost as if he's a 19-year-old kid who started writing music as a competitive freestyle rapper in the fifth grade, recently moved to New York after his family home in Tacoma burned down, and has songs bursting to get out of him." L Magazine: 8 NYC Bands You Need To Hear
"Oberhofer make engaging indie rock à la Surfer Blood; they are spastic—with yelping screams and screeches reminiscent of bird calls (or Ezra Koenig), accompanied by loud, clashing drums and guitars, and softer instruments like toy piano and glockenspiel." Beyond Race Magazine
"Oberhofer specialises in deliriously catchy, lo-fi guitar pop that somehow manages to mix youthful exuberance, that slacker "yeah, like whatever" attitude, with a weirdly accelerated neurosis. Think Weezer but with less sexual angst" Dazed And Confused