Barnes & Noble
Long before second (or is that third?) generation wide-screen rockers like Radiohead arrived on the scene, this Aussie combo were treating their cadre of fans to sumptuous sounds rife with thrills and chills, not to mention guitar hooks that inexorably impale the pleasure center. As ever, Steve Kilbey's oblique, deadpan vocals get tossed about on waves of shimmering guitar -- some of which are soothing, as on the appropriately titled six-minute "Radiance," and some of which are significantly stormier, such as "The Awful Ache." The Church have long painted with the broad brush of "psychedelia" -- due in large part to the graceful, multicolored arcs that emanate from the guitars of Marty Willson-Piper and Peter Koppes -- but the quartet's undertones have always been more mysterious, more riddled with surrealist imagery. That cryptic nature is amply evident here in "Chromium" and the sinuous title track. But it's counterbalanced by a simple side, aired on "Numbers" -- an earthy sound that drew the Church's faithful worshippers in the first place. David Sprague
All Music Guide
More than two decades and 14 albums down the line, Australia's most persistent dream pop band releases another in a series of Church discs that at this stage are almost interchangeable. Steve Kilbey's voice floats on pillows of cloudy chords provided by the shimmering guitars of Marty Wilson-Piper and Peter Koppes. Guests provide keyboards, violin, and viola accompaniment, but they slide into the haze of the ballads and don't appreciably add to a band whose sound is so well established it seems they're afraid, or at least unwilling, to tinker with the formula. Like the gray pictures of a tranquil ocean on the album's artwork, this music gradually shifts like the tides, taking its time and setting a languid mood. Melodic but samey, the songs flow into each other, creating a relaxing, seamless work that never breaks out of its mold. That said, the musicianship is of such consistently high quality that even the most lackluster tunes are redeemed by the band's innate professionalism. Needless to say, established fans will find lots here to like; Kilbey's stream-of-consciousness lyrics may or may not mean something, and occasionally the guitars threaten to break out, as on "Chromium." That they never really do sets up a vibrant if subtle tension that redeems the overall monotony of much of this beautiful album. It's excellent music for Sunday mornings or rainy nights, but the lack of memorable songs as gripping (and rocking) as the band is capable of leaves this as a gorgeous yet slightly disappointing release from a band who seems stuck in a lovely and competent rut. Hal Horowitz
Rolling Stone


1/2 "...the electricity in the Church's wraparound shimmer is in the accumulation of sculpted detail.... It is a sound, and grace, that the Church have pursued for more than two decades, and maybe you've heard it before. But you've rarely heard it better."
David Fricke