Not since Rod Stewart came up with the cash cow Still the Same last fall have we had to suffer through a covers collection filled with such portent (that’s just the track listing, Sparky) and torpor-infected versions of familiar classics. Forget the karaoke bar, the bar mitzvah band or your aunt Hildy taking organ lessons and whipping up Paula Abdul on the Casio: this is your worst fantasies come through, splayed out in front of you and ever girl you’ve dared to have daring thoughts about as she walked by without even saying hello. This wants to be the Moog Cookbook but instead becomes a faded recipe for a church dinner casserole that no one touches until its time to scrape it into the garbage and return the pan it became stuck to. - Jedd Beaudoin (2007, The Daily Copper)