The single backed with a number of remixes, including a version by US producer Curtis Jones (aka Green Velvet) and British DJ Alex Metric.

He goes onto praise it for "its disregard of stereotypical dance music conventions" and that it "deceiving the listner in that it never reaches the peak that it promises to delive, but rather drives the song to a monstrous climax.

"[3] David Young in Sputnik Music states that it "is a cauldron-bubble of inner-city paranoia, whirring synthesizer and a pulsing beat that grows more claustrophobic and agitated until roughly the last ninety seconds or so, in which the track more or less explodes into technicolour.

[5] Whilst Craig Mathieson in FasterLouder states "Hamilton's stentorian voice is present from the opening jangled nerves excursion into minimalist techno, but the more variety he brings to his vocal delivery the greater the contrast with the tracks where he’s still barking out every exclamation.

[7] The video is straight pixelated chaos, with images of riots, fights and cheerleading competitions seen through the lens of a broken first-generation PlayStation.