Pitchfork has a review, excerpted here:
It was Homecoming Night for the weirdo community of St. Louis. Sleater-Kinney’s first visit in five years brought out more or less everyone I’ve ever met, along with a sizeable contingent of youngsters who were likely at Cub Scout meetings the last time around. The band turned a rare trick with The Woods, delivering CPR to their well-worn formula with the aid of overdriven amps and the occasional protracted acid-rock freakout. Within the first two seconds of an advanced MP3 of The Woods’ opener “The Fox”, I was convinced from the maxxed-out blare that I must’ve grabbed a dud file. After 30 seconds, I picked up what they were laying down, but I wondered how the precise, anthemic tension of their first six albums would sound through a filter of Woodsy bigmuff.
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