"Working as Moor Mother, the Philadelphia poet and musician Camae Ayewa styles her music for sensory overload ... As a member of the jazz ensemble Irreversible Entanglements, Ayewa's approach to time has shifted. Within the expanse of the form, she knows she can convey the same urgent information at a much slower pace, allowing the group (...) to elevate her into new places ... Space defines the album, the band evoking our American topography, both physically and psychologically, capturing what's in the news and what's been repressed underneath that surface ... Right at the peak [of the title track], Ayewa's voice vanishes and everything drops away to near-silence. Spare horn lines rise and evoke the eerie space of electric Miles, the mood changed entirely. Five minutes pass before she's heard again, her voice contemplative now, speaking of a brief feeling of freedom that "tasted so good," a joy measured in gasps. Perhaps the group's most remarkable attribute is that while anger is ever-present, the fury is tempered, the music focused and controlled".