Douglas Wolk
The story sounds, on the surface, like nothing we haven't seen a hundred times before: A mopey twentysomething in Toronto is playing in a small-time band and trying to figure out his love life. The difference is that this one is dizzyingly hilarious, buoyant and inventive, in both substance and style…the deliberate cuteness of O'Malley's artwork serves his narrative, making it flow smoothly through its berserk stylistic hairpin turns.—The Washington Post