His third solo album is as relevant as a Bill Murray movie or a Chris Ware comic book - bittersweet and immaculately finished.  Full text...

The album's horn-and-harmonica accents sound nice, but they're only there because it's what Fagen would like to hear in his—and the world's—final hours.  Full text...

According to Fagen, the album represents the final part in a solo trilogy. Where 1982's The Nightfly and Kamakiriad from 1993 were about youth and middle age, Morph The Cat signifies death.  Full text...

There is a continuity with his own oeuvre, these tracks boasting the same smooth jazz-pop lines and oblique, urbane lyricism that Fagen has made his own since he devised the form with Steely Dan.   Full text...

This is an album that deserves serious consideration for its topical lyrics, natural grooves, outstanding performances and, ultimately, sheer humanity.  Full text...

The guitar and saxophone solos are serpentine and brilliant, and the singing—both Mr. Fagen’s flexible but sneering lead and the gorgeously layered backgrounds—is pitch-lovely.  Full text...

It's a welcome surprise that his first solo album since 1993's Kamakiriad contains his catchiest, most immediate compositions in decades.  Full text...

It's good-humoured, intelligent and cynical, and it's the unmistakable sound of an ageing hipster using his chops for the power of good.  Full text...

Fagen glides from finger-snapping pop (H Gang) to serpentine soul (What I Do) with sly humour, oblique imagery and more seamless elegance than you'll find on any other record.  Full text...