"Today, free from the irrelevant context of misdiagnosis and derision that dogged it on its original release, the album sounds like nothing less than an Olympian feat of composition and musicianship. Note the stern acuity of Anderson's lyrics, the lockstep precision of the ensemble interplay and the way the main acoustic guitar motif is subtly threaded through the piece like a silver seam. The second part's haywire four-minute intro - with drummer Barriemore Barlow flaying his kit into neutrinos - still represents a thrilling throwdown"