Some of the rowdiest Giant Sand music since the near-grunge of 1992's Center of the Universe.
His raspy, hushed voice is in fine form as ever.
One of the most cosmopolitan albums to carry the Giant seal of oddness. [11 Sep 2004, p.55]
A noble addition to the Giant Sand canon. [Sep 2004, p.96]
Unlike earlier efforts, this album never detours into patience-trying exercises in noise, never dallies in self-indulgent improvisation.
Musically, the disc feels jerky and distracted, as if Gelb was plagued with fragments of ideas.
An uneven album... but it's a nice soundtrack for a lonesome drunken night. [14 Oct 2004, p.98]
