" The Miniature Tigers are ...an occasional vaudevillian tone, the soft harmonies of the late Impossibles/Slow Reader and the touching, but brutally honest emotional baggage and concerns of Ben Gibbard doing either Death Cab or All-Time Quarterback. Brand and Schaier slide their voices together to make a conglomeration that sounds like a crystal clear stream with no hurry in it. They sing about being dogs, hopping from one girl to the next, disgusted with themselves for doing it, and looking to atone for it all by finding the pot of gold at the end of the last call rainbow. Theirs is a very common bit of boy-girl experimentation, played out since the beginning of attraction and what makes the album worth a damn is that these are not 11 songs that follow similar footprints as all the other boys with guitars and hearts with hard-ons. When a guy gets to that point, where not all of the pretty girls are so great anymore, when there begins to emerge a feeling of emptiness that the choices of the world are lacking, it gets most interesting and it's where we're taken here, to that breaking point." -Daytrotter