ɪn nˈaɪntiːnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti nˈaɪn, tˈɑːm jˈuːɪŋ ʌv fɹˈiːki tɹˈɪɡɚ dᵻskɹˈaɪbd ɪɾ æz ðə "bˈɛst dʒˈʌŋɡəl ˈælbəm ˈɛvɚ," stˈeɪɾɪŋ ðæt dʒˈɛɹəld "lˈætʃt ˌɑːntʊ ɐ mˈoːɹ tˈɜːbjʊlənt tɹɐdˈɪʃən, ðə dʒˈæzfˈʌŋkᵻlɛktɹˈɑːnɪkə ʌv pændʒˈiəˈiəɹə mˈaɪlz dˈeɪvɪs ɔːɹ sˈɛkstəntˈiəɹə hˈɜːbi hˈæŋkɑːk, ænd ðə mjˈuːzɪk hiː mˌeɪd bˈɔɪld lˈaɪk ðˈɛɹz."
In 1999, Tom Ewing of Freaky Trigger described it as the "best jungle album ever," stating that Gerald "latched onto a more turbulent tradition, the jazz-funk-electronica of Pangaea-era Miles Davis or Sextant-era Herbie Hancock, and the music he made boiled like theirs."