[1][2] In a review for AllMusic, Brian Beatty wrote: "None of Croakin' at Toad's' eight songs is anything more than an excuse for extended, indulgent soloing.

"[1] In a separate AllMusic review, Bill Meredith commented: "The blazing Herring and youthful Trucks... blend their strengths nicely; Popper and bassist Burbridge... provide additional firepower," while the other musicians "man the foundation for an uncategorizable jam band for the new millennium.

"[4] Writer Dean Budnick praised the group's "charged, often boundless playing," and stated: "The band crackles on this release...

"[3] Rob Evanoff, writing for All About Jazz, remarked: "if you like a mix of blistering guitar, soul-vibrating bass, pulverizing drums, heated percussion, blowin' harp and pulsating keyboards whose culmination will make you close your eyes, wince your mouth and waver your skull as if you're being riddled with razor sharp musical bullets, then you'll be Croakin' in your pants, the same way the lucky few who were on hand at Toad's did.

"[6] In an article for The Aspen Times, Stewart Oksenhorn called the album "remarkably tight," and commented: "With Croakin' at Toad's, Frogwings dares anyone to call their music noodling, that condescending term laid on rock bands that rely more on instrumental interaction than concise, lyric-driven songs... there is a dense rhythmic aspect to the music, bringing in jazz, rock and Latin grooves.