The Orlando Sentinel called the album "another mad collection of brief sound collages, twisted pop tunes and fractured chunks of art-rock."[2]The Santa Fe New Mexican concluded that "their songs are like singing telegrams from the distant cosmic spring that flows down to both Sonic Youth and Captain Beefheart."[7]Trouser Press declared that "the band has the miraculous group-mind of a flock of birds, and the record flows like nothing they’ve ever done before—even the little noise-twiddles are part of the record’s grand mid-air arc."[8]