Tom Schulte of Allmusic called it "a fascinating record that takes great liberties with rock-n-roll", noting its combination of "fuzzed-out blasts ala Blue Cheer with quasi-psychedelic twanging and droning."

"[5] Pearson Greer of Opus called the band polarizing, writing that there's "tons of odd time signatures, skronky guitar and bass tones, synth squiggles, solos, and other esoterica that’s straight from prog rock" on the album.

"[6] Adam Selzer's review for Tape Op echoed the sentiment of the aforementioned one, writing that the album "may not sit well with most Polvo fans."

"The classic rock muscle proffered on that stalled effort" according to the review, "spelled out the message of a band that had gotten tired of eardrum-bending progressive guitar sounds, infatuated with cultural tourism but grounded in a stoner jock mysticism preoccupied with loafing around the spice market."

It called the album "a record of jokes" that "[stacked] every AOR rock move they knew into a few songs that sounded more like pisstakes on that sort of music than the real thing.

[10] Pitchfork called it "a hodgepodge of contorted classic rock riffage and fractured-folk interludes that, in hindsight, anticipated the current vogue for Arthur-endorsed new-school psychedelia, but at the time felt like a directionless drift into the unknown".