go away. We really, genuinely do love what we do and there's a bunch of people over here who like it enough to make us carry on. But you know, British media... I mean, every other country in the world know about the British media and how thick they are. We're just a prime target for their dartboard. The fact that we're not good looking, the fact that we're probably getting on a bit now, that kind of thing." One British journalist in a later review of Sing to God said that "such negative feelings [about the band] must be discouraged, given the joys contained within their kaleidoscopic world." Retrospective assessment Over time, music critics have re-evaluated Cardiacs and their albums, and today Sing to God is considered a masterpiece, and is often regarded as the band's magnum opus. Original copies for the album command high prices in second hand retail. A reviewer for PIEmag said the album was considered by "many (myself included)" to be "one of the finest moments in Cardiac history. Benjamin Bland of Drowned in Sound said that "to say it's highly regarded amongst Cardiacs fans everywhere would be the understatement of the century." Sam Shepherd of MusicOMH was very favourable, called the album "the band's crowning glory" and "quite possibly one of the greatest albums ever made." He said "it would be possible to write about Sing to God and the sheer brilliance of Cardiacs for ever, but the truth is, words will never be able to describe just how incredible the band and this album is. The only way to find out is to hear it, and once you do, things will never be quite the same again. This really is an album worthy of laudation." He also noted that "It is an incorrect received wisdom that double-albums are fundamentally flawed. Prior to Sing to God, it's an argument that may have held some water, but over the course of two discs (or four sides of vinyl) there is not an ounce of fat or mindless folly. This is an album of unmitigated genius from start to finish." Sean Kitching of The Quietus said "this is a wonderful album for those whose hearts lack the cynicism to ridicule its often delirious flights of fancy, a cornucopia of synaesthetically rendered technicolor delights for those who have not yet lost the innocence required to be receptive