"Brown is singularly fixated on enumerating personal miseries and cultivating a sickly delivery atop the band's forbidding punk. That makes the record's appeal somewhat perverse, but gawking at Brown's unrestrained auto-evisceration turns out to be a rewarding purge for us, too ... The band plays rigid counterpoint to Brown's wallowing, opting for a stiff eighth-note gait at all times. The instrumental tones are chilled, with the high and low frequencies sucked out in favor of all mid-range. It's willfully numbed, and more deserving of the line "I've got no passion" than Brown's vocals".