"Don't Make It Hard on Yourself and On Your Own are the best of the beginning, offering visions of loneliness that are raised up by beautiful melodies. Here the style is evocative of Laurel Canyon rock, tricked up with bubbling digital percussion and eerie effects. Sequoia is the best example of the latter part of the album, an almost impenetrable jumble of lyrics such as: "Mother of my child, we don't need petroleum here." Again, however, it's a musical tribute to California, and tips its hat to the harmonics of the Beach Boys (by way of Animal Collective). Some might feel the arched eyebrows undermine the sincerity, but either way, this is a recording with its fair share of memorable music".