"John Butcher . . . constructs a robust response to Mark Sanders's stuttering ungroove and exploratory ride cymbal flourishes, bending with Sanders's evolving timbres while proposing new paths for discussion. . . . Sanders drops in wood and skin sounds and Butcher counters with staccatissimo . . . spits? Yelps? Barks? A sound beyond description anyway, but now elevated with a melodic function as it leapfrogs around Butcher's instrument, climaxing in super-refined cod-electronic humming. Climactic moments of arrival push their point-for-point timbral matching deeper into an emerging architectural eddy." - Philip Clark, The Wire