"Smither's vocals recall that of the Black bluesmen he emulates. The vocals are creaky and stuffed; like he's got cotton in his cheeks and is unable to swallow. Smither uses this to great effect, as if his coarseness makes him more authentic. Smither's weariness can come off as shtick, but he mostly keeps it under control ... There may be nothing here that Smither hasn't done before, except totally relying on himself for musical material. He comes off as an old time blues player in an electronic world of Facebook, iPhones, and no one cares about what albums rule the charts anymore".