"[1] Many of the songs on the album mythologised the band's struggles (as private individuals and as independent musicians) with Paul Morricone reflecting in an interview that "the title suggests the feeling of being locked up in claustrophobic rooms, sweaty and uncomfortable.

Writing in Drowned in Sound, Dom Courlay commented "as we tiptoe graciously through all the wannabe Libertines and second-rate U2s to find something genuinely original, unique and inspiring, it seems dear old Leeds has come up with the goods again.

and Bowie-esque pop thrill of Duels already this year, the intense-yet-aloof rock operas of The Scaramanga Six could be its most omnipotent discovery yet… This should be the record that finally makes the rest of the country sit up and take notice….

a record that veers between pure operatic cacophony ("Pincers") and Rocky Horror-esque satire done in a Damned stylee... audacious in the extreme but without being overwrought and pretentious, making it a more enjoyable experience with every listen.

"[2] Trakmarx stated "The Scaramanga Six have talent, taste & humour in spades – all they need now is your patronage" while Gigwise commented that "Cabin Fever makes you laugh, stroke your imaginary goatee, dance like a frog on E and shit your pants in one hearing."

"[3] On Get Ready To Rock.com, Marty Dodge suggested that the band produced "a bizarre mixture of Tom Jones-ish lounge music (mostly due to their lead singer's voice), Spandau Ballet and the latest in jangly power pop.

It is an evocative and biting hymn to the desolation, frustration and all round miserable experience that can be life in an up-and-coming band sometimes… If this all sounds like some kind of contrived muso-winge, the truth couldn't be any more different.

Underneath the self-depreciating blacker-than-black humour lays the distinct strain of optimism found uniquely in people who, through a mixture of belief and sheer bloody-mindedness, continue to carry the torch for what they set out to achieve.

"[5] Reviewing the Horrible Face EP in Drowned in Sound and paying particular attention to the title track, Toby Jarvis called it "a big-bellied bastard of a 'ballad’… a chunky in-yer-face noise that, perhaps for the first time in a large and enviable body of work, does justice to the band's monstrously fierce playing and their sense of drama'" and compared the band to "a British Queens Of The Stone Age"[6] All tracks are written by Paul Morricone/Steven Morricone