ðə tˈʌksən wˈiːkli ɹˈoʊt ðˈæt "ðə sˈɔŋz ɹᵻtˈeɪn fˈæɹɑːɹz dˈaʊŋkæst ɐpɹˈoʊtʃ, bˌʌt ðeɪɚɹ ɛkstɹˈiːmli wˈɛlɹˈɪʔn̩ ðɪs tˈaɪm ɚɹˈaʊnd; ænd ðə bˈænd sˈiːmz tə hɐvbɪn ɹˌiːɪnvˈɪɡɚɹˌeɪɾᵻd, pˈʊɾɪŋ ɐ lˈɪɾəl mˈoːɹ ˌɪntʊ ðɛɹ pɚfˈoːɹmənsᵻz ðɐn ðə kˈʌltᵻvˌeɪɾᵻd ɛnˈuːi wiːv bɪkˌʌm ɐkˈʌstəmd tuː.
The Tucson Weekly wrote that "the songs retain Farrar's downcast approach, but they're extremely well-written this time around; and the band seems to have been reinvigorated, putting a little more into their performances than the cultivated ennui we've become accustomed to.