Their brand of ant music has matured and expanded noticeably since ANThology. [Sep 2003, p.98]

There are moments where the glory years are emulated.... Even so, after 17 long years, both band and audience deserve better than a wandful of magic and some rehashes. [Oct 2003, p.102]

A familiar bag of tricks. [Sep 2003, p.101]

An intelligent, well-crafted and catchy mix of funk, rap, soul and right-on sloganeering. [Jul 2003, p.104]

Reveal[s] a finely tuned pop ear setting them apart from the noisier kids in the punk playground. [Feb 2004, p.98]

Greendale is a bonkers, utterly headstrong conceit. Let's hope that Neil Young never stops having them. [Sep 2003, p.111]

While rough and a little patchy, it's a cracking debut nonetheless. [Aug 2003, p.108]

Overall this is brain music of remarkable potency. [Aug 2003, p.102]

This is the sound of a superstar in the making. [Nov 2003, p.107]

Way more inventive than the garage-blues hordes. [Sep 2003, p.111]

Pop doesn't get much more gloriously trashy than this. [Apr 2003, p.108]

For all its feverish bluster, this... is patchy at best. [Sep 2003, p.102]

Even a saint would find their patience severely tried by this. [Oct 2003, p.118]

Sound[s] authentically retro without ever veering into Lenny Kravitz territory. [Sep 2003, p.101]

Without resorting to difficult time signatures or moaning about the desperate pain of it all, [Luke] Steele has found a wonky path away from rock's mor restrictive conventions while still engaging positively with the world. [Aug 2003, p.113]

Infinitely bland. [Oct 2003, p.111]

This is a band consolidating their talents rather than simply showcasing them. [Aug 2003, p.108]

They've made a fine pop record without compromising their trademark quirkiness.... The band's best work to date. [Aug 2003, p.114]

[Fat John's] hyper-literate, cosmically inclined stylings can't help but humanise -- and eventually soften -- the hard burn of circuitry. [Aug 2003, p.111]

As ever, when the beats go uptempo, things go awry... but there's life in the giant-haired lady yet. [Jun 2003, p.98]

For the most part it's how you'd imagine: classy, laid-back, so lush it's a wonder the sleeve isn't made out of velvet, trendy beyond human experience and exceptionally well-sung. [Aug 2003, p.115]

Fannypack might already be sick of the Beastie Boys comparisons, but it works on too may levels to be ignored. [Oct 2003, p.104]

While there are plaintive acoustic moments, listen closely and [Oliveri's] inciting listeners to necrophiliac cannibalism. [Aug 2003, p.110]

It is the quieter songs, like the beautiful Throwing Stones, that make this record the most charming Rubin has produced since Donovan's comeback. [May 2003, p.111]

There are so many idiotically composed adverts between tracks, you wonder if you haven't tuned into a local radio station by accident. [Sep 2003, p.99]

Its brilliance lies in sifting the wheat from the enormous quantity of thenameless movement's chaff. [Aug 2003, p.119]

An audacious, bold and provocative artistic statement, an album that raises the bar for any rock band who aspire to re-writing the rulebook. [Aug 2003, p.101]

It's almost a carbon copy of their early work. [Sep 2003, p.101]