"By embracing its nastier side, WEINLAND has made an album better than its first.  That's saying something.  Besides, when spitting out vicious questions like "How could your heart waste blood on me?" it helps to have a gnarly postapocalyptic guitar solo." - Bart Blasengame

"Filled with more of the same subtle brilliance." - Captian Obvious

"Shearer sings in metaphor and poetry, keeping his true feelings close to the chest." - Seattle Weekly

"Amidst all the hushed vocals and pretty, and vaguely countrified acoustic strum on display here, there are true, gripping melodies - ones that stand up to repeated listening." - Entertainment Weekly   

"In fact, it's that "sunny" '70s feel that makes this record WEINLAND's best." -- Berkeley Place