Rolling Stone (12/10/99, p.127) - 4 Stars (out of 5) - "...From the millennial madness of its opening skit to the pummeling title track,...which closes the set, he leaves hardly any time to catch your breath throughout seventeen rock-solid workouts..."
Entertainment Weekly (11/20/98, p.133) - "...One of hip-hop's most cunning linguists, the wonder Wu spins out graphic doomsday scenarious, metaphysical parables, and sweaty-palmed odes to feamle pulchritude over crazed, avant-noise constructs that make Puffy sound like Pat Boone in comparison. This could well be the hip-hop event of the year." - Rating: A-
The Wire (10/01, p.48) - "...Meth's own production is refreshingly fast, and his ongoing friendship with D'Angelo means some of the incidental singing is on par with the rhymes..."
CMJ (12/21/98, p.5) - "...the star's raspy, menacing flow and his lethally clever, self-referential wordplay plow into the Clan's patented blunt-blazing piano tinkles, decrepit soundtrack strings and effectively low-budget rhythms..."