ɪn tˈuː θˈaʊzənd tˈɛn, fˈækt mˌæɡɐzˈiːn ɹˈæŋkt ɪt ðə fˈoːɹθ bˈɛst ˈælbəm ʌvðə nˈaɪntiːnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti z, kˈɔːlɪŋ ɪt "ɡlˈoːɹiəsli nˈɑːɾᵻd, sˈoʊlfəl ænd juːnˈiːkli sˌaɪkɪdˈɛlɪk;" fˈækt kɹˈɪɾɪk mˈɑːɹk fˈɪʃɚ ɹˈoʊt ðætðɪ ˈælbəm "səksˈiːdᵻd ɪn sˌaɪməltˈeɪniəsli bˌiːɪŋ ʌv ɪts mˈoʊmənt ænd tɹænsˈɛndɪŋ ɪt," pɹˈeɪzɪŋ ɪn pɚtˈɪkjʊlɚ "ðə wˈeɪ ðæt dʒˈɛɹəld tɹænsfˈɔːɹmz ðə dʒˈʌŋɡəl sˈaʊnd ˌɪntʊ ɐ kˈaɪnd ʌv dɹˈiːmi ˈʌðɚ wˈɜːld mjˈuːzɪk...: hjˈuːmɪd, tɹˈɑːpɪkəl, fˈʊl ʌv stɹˈeɪndʒ bˈɜːd kɹˈaɪz, sˈiːðɪŋ wɪð nˌɑːnhjˈuːmən sˈɛnʃəns."
In 2010, Fact magazine ranked it the fourth best album of the 1990s, calling it "gloriously knotted, soulful and uniquely psychedelic;" Fact critic Mark Fisher wrote that the album "succeeded in simultaneously being of its moment and transcending it," praising in particular "the way that Gerald transforms the jungle sound into a kind of dreamy OtherWorld music [...]: humid, tropical, full of strange bird cries, seething with nonhuman sentience."