Exclaim.ca vergibt 10/10 Punkten:
"I am the most messed up motherfucker in this town," snarls Rhett Miller, frontman and primary songwriter for the Old 97's for almost a quarter century. It's not true, of course — there's always a little wink when he's singing — but it sure feels like it could be true as you listen to this blistering masterpiece of a rock'n'roll record. The truth is that this terrific West Texan band have rarely sounded less messed up in their career.Pitchfork hingegen hält 6,4 Punkte für angebracht:
As distinctive as his lyrical voice can be, Miller is still blessed beyond measure to have these three guys backing him. Ken Bethea still plays like he still thinks you can surf in Texas, blending the Ventures and the Sir Douglas Quintet into super-melodic, super-concise guitar lines, and the rhythm section of drummer Philip Peeples and bassist Murry Hammond still swing just enough to give these songs some aggression. Sure, the twitchy alienation of their earliest records is long gone, but the Old 97's are still fighting the good fight against respectability.