what a few other people thought about searching for a better way...

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Northeast Performer {jun 2003}
 
  If you're looking for music that has certain antecedents,  all you have to do is determine what influences    you're looking for and then be prepared to find the answers in the  strangest locations. Anymore it seems    that if you're looking around in the big cities of the Northeast, what you're going  to find are bands that  have refined their specialty to the point that they can accomplish the style they seek to attain  with severe       precision, but if you knock them out of their box, you're left with someone who flounders. Atrina is a      band that combines the aggression of a Dischord band with the angular guitar wails of people reared on    the sounds of Sonic Youth, and all of that is churning away beneath the impassioned wail of vocalist         Kelly. “Sulu” is the opening track and it rambles around looking for a center but ultimately decides   that bulldozing through the middle is the best track of all. It's the deliberate drumming that defies you not       to start clapping along at the beginning of “Memento.” Then suddenly, all of the elements that made      you enjoy listening to the array of female-fronted Alternative bands in the '90s comes crashing headlong in    a big wave. The song has the rhythmic insistence of Elastica, and the exuberance of the Breeders, and the    pure pop of Veruca Salt all wrapped in one. Just when you expected this band had hit its limits, “Sci-Fi #2”  heads off in a drifty, floaty direction that draws tight comparisons to My Bloody Valentine. “Eviscerate”     takes elements from the three preceding tracks and sticks them all into a 7+ minute opus. Ultimately, the    way that Atrina pulls it all together is similar to Eyes Like Knives. The band isn't afraid to use force to         get its points across, but similarly knows that it can lull you into a spot that  will make knocking
      you from your headphones all the more satisfying.

  (Jeff Breeze)



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Punk Planet {may/jun 2003}

    Noisy, down-and-dirty, metal-tinged rock. Singer Kelly nails that wail/sigh vocals that meld smoothly
  with fuzzy guitars. Although there's an apparent Slint influence, these kids are best when they drop
     the arty songs (promising but ill-fitting) and stick with the rock 'n' roll, hoochie koo.  

  (Annie Tomlin)