It can be the most beautiful album in the world.  Full text...

Basically, Mew has created an incredible musical experience, and you would be doing yourself a disservice to ignore it.  Full text...

A masterpiece of overstated proportions, which is the greatest concept of all.  Full text...

It's a pretty emotionally draining listen.  Full text...

"And The Glass Handed Kites" is truly a masterpiece and one that you'll keep exploring for years.  Full text...

The album's first twelve songs all flow together, the transitions almost unnoticeable. It's one of the most intriguing aspects of this record.  Full text...

Imagine if Tool got together with the Pet Shop Boys and wrote'n'recorded an album. The end result probably wouldn't sound a million miles from this utterly glorious record.  Full text...

The music on "And the Glass Handed Kites" flows effortlessly forwards, but unfortunately there isn't much for the listener to grasp in terms of memorable sections (the music doesn't exactly fall to the category of easy listening).  Full text...

We have all the hallmarks of a good prog record here: the rhythms are often reliant on non-traditional time signatures, songs fade in and out or run together instead of stopping and starting, and even the cover art seems ludicrously over-the-top in its inherent cheesiness.  Full text...

Full of surprises, Mew's sophomore album contains many touchstones of art rock and emo, but doesn't fully indulge, creating an engaging blend or driving, orchestrated rock.  Full text...

The album is weird. Each song flows into the next but the record is saved from being disastrously samey by distinctive and catchy melodies.  Full text...

There is certainly enough here to demand repeated listens, the orchestral grandeur found in so many of the songs giving enough reason to persevere. You are definitely left with the feeling that this is likely to be a rewarding experience.  Full text...

The Mew sound as a whole is expansive and ambitious and at times manages to sound almost vital. The brief 'Fox Cub' emerges gently and eerily before it is sucked into 'Apocalypso', while the plodding verses of 'The Zookeeper's Boy' propel a subtle but engrossing melody.   Full text...

The band does have the musical ability, their songs are reasonably well constructed, and the melodies are there. It’s only the ridiculous costume of importance they wear so self-consciously that’ll keep them from ever joining the party.   Full text...