Entertainment Weekly wrote that "producers Mitchell Froom and Tchad Blake do a wonderfully understated job of colorizing Sexsmith’s sad-kid melodies and voice."[1] The Washington Post wrote that the album "suggests the songs of a less clever Elvis Costello sung by David Byrne in his most earnest mode."[9] Rolling Stone called it "twelve near-perfect songs, the whole clocking in at under forty minutes."[4] Trouser Press wrote: "Carrying along such instrumental window dressing as banjo, strings, woodwinds and horns, it is overly languorous and stylistically diverse."[10] The New Yorker called the songs "either low-country laments or mid-tempo lullabies—minimalist heartbreakers all."[11]
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