"[4] DownBeat's Howard Mandel wrote: "With respect and evident affection, [Brötzmann] addresses melodies that have stayed in his mind even as he's exploded song form, abandoned chord changes and advanced raw energy in a cri de coeur.

Each track is a soliloquy, comprising personal references, investigations and reminiscences... Whatever his affect, Brötzmann transforms breath into sound, providing a measure of peace.

"[5] Writing for Dusted Magazine, Derek Taylor commented: "The material is such a part of his DNA that he simply hoisted his horn and let the pieces pour out without premeditation.

The blues, world-weary and visceral, are a near-constant in the burly, but intimate improvisations, as antique melodies surface and recede around bursts of vibrato-spiked glossolalia.

"[9] In a review for Jazzwise, Daniel Spicer noted that the album is "as clear a proof as we've ever seen of just how two-dimensional Brötzmann's reputation as the pugnacious tenor terrorist behind Machine Gun really is.