If you haven't heard of OSA yet, don't worry. Early sightings of this jerky, taut four-piece from London/Leeds led to such frenzied stomping and howling among audiences in quiet, sleepy towns that the moral big wigs of this country got rather scared. But the nation has spoken. The gates of witty lyrics, erratic beats and irrational howling are bursting open. Like your Television, your XTC, your Good Shoes? Well then shake hands with these eccentric yet erudite troupe of gentlemen.
Angela Balakrishnan
Clash Magazine