Q (Magazine) (p.101) - 3 stars out of 5 -- "With just piano, drums and black lyrics, think Keane on Halloween..."
Boston glamorpusses The Dresden Dolls occupy a singular niche in modern music. Their spin on Brechtian punk cabaret manages to be at home either in a velvet-draped burlesque club or a seedy rock venue. The piano and drum duo's latest, NO, VIRGINIA, is a collection of b-sides and outtakes designed to slake the thirst of their rampant cult audience in the absence of a full-length album. Raucous piano-vamps like "Night Reconnaissance" swing like two a.m. in a crowded beer hall, but the album's real highlights come in smoky, sparkling ballads like "The Gardener" and torch song "The Kill" that allow Amanda Palmer to wrap her husky pipes lovingly around them. Much of this material may have been left off of their last album, YES, VIRGINIA, but there's no discernible drop-off in quality or passion.