Pitchfork

It's always nice to find an album you can't quite pigeonhole, and dEUS sheds its skin all over the place. There's a bit of Pere Ubu in the band's sound (probably thanks to Ubuman and former Frank Black sidekick Eric Drew Feldman, who produced this record), a touch of Soul Coughing, some balladeering, sad vocals, maudlin music, limber experimental touches... it's a smorgasbord of delights, you fool!

I don't think I have to tell you that this album isn't for everybody. Some people are going to hate it outright. Some people are pretty fucking stupid.