"On the face of it, this would appear to be yet another stopgap along the way to fizzling out, but the surprise is that the by now overly familiar (if still classic) post-punk material has been given a lifeline. The band are now smartly refurbished thanks to shrewdly applied embellishments of orchestral and brass instrumentation to the likes of Bring on the Dancing Horses, Lips like Sugar, Rescue, Seven Seas, Ocean Rain and The Cutter. The best, perhaps, is kept until the closing track, The Killing Moon, in which McCulloch's nicotine-seared voice imbues the song with something quite different and very tender".