Extraits de presse

Back at the still-heaving Bar Hic, Montreal’s Les Breastfeeders are a solid mass of sound ’n’ signifiers. As mop-headed and tight as Cavern-era Beatles or Ramones in CBGB, they get away with the temerity of their revivalism by doing it so well. It’s garage, but built from titanium breezeblocks.
Tim Burrows, The Stool Pigeon, Décembre 2011

les Breastfeeders nous font le coup de la maturité sur Dans la gueule des jours. Enfin... Si on entend par «maturité» le fait de comprimer l’ensemble du chemin parcouru sur 13 titres endiablés et accrocheurs, de ne jamais abdiquer ni faire de compromis et de trouver le moyen de se renouveler fiévreusement dans la plus totale cohérence, on peut le dire comme ça.
J.P. Tremblay, Nightlife Magazine, Février 2011

Montreal’s very own garage stompers les Breastfeeders prove the third time is indeed a charm with this killer piece o’ plastic. 8/10
Johnson Cummins, Mirror, 10 mars 2011

Les arrangements, tant vocaux qu'instrumentaux, sont impeccables; les chansons se fredonnent après une seule écoute et nous restent dans la tête.
Marc-André Pilon, Bande à Part, 8 mars 2011

The sound of this album has been worked on lovingly; crank it up and the short songs are pure head-bobbing earphone delight. After the 35 minutes are over, press restart.
Juan Rodriguez, The Gazette, 14 mars 2011

... Thankfully, attention-grabbing bands like French-Canadians Les Breastfeeders make one forget one's foreign language purgatory. Despite the communication barrier, these Montreal-rooted miscreants succeed with ceaseless energy, blendin mod-punk, yeye and lusty garage-pop to yield a bouncy, guitar stroked throwdown. Not since the '80"s cave dwellers the Gruesomes has a canuck band captured so perfectly that Sonics-style, basement-spawned garage menace.
Ron Bally, HARP

The frug-tastic garage pop unleashed by Montreal’s Les Breastfeeders hits the pleasure center like a big sloppy French (language) kiss. Duelling fille et garçon vocalists Luc Brien and Suzie McLelove careen around the stage like a demolition-derby version of Sonny and Cher, leaving a trail of heartbreak and hip-shake in their wake.
Sprague, The Village Voice

Contrary to popular belief, lyrics need not be understood to be appreciated. To wit: if you can't decode the rough-and-tumble francais of Les Breastfeeders, don't fret. Just enjoy the good, old fashioned garage-rock, which they sling like a fat smoked meat sandwich (scratching your head? Go to Montreal). 
Spin.com

Les Breastfeeders c’est l’incarnation du rock‘n’roll.
Philippe Renaud, La Presse, Montréal

If you have one reason to run to Canada and set your U.S. passport on fire, this Montreal band ought to do the trick.
Ann Sterzinger, Chicago Reader, Chicago