Metascore
51

Mixed or average reviews - based on 11 Critic Reviews

Critic score distribution:
  1. Positive: 4 out of 11
  2. Negative: 2 out of 11
  1. On his lonesome Anderson is oppressively unimaginative.
  2. Q Magazine
    10
    This is hollow, pretentious and deeply dull music. [Apr 2007, p.116]
User Score
8.1

Universal acclaim- based on 30 Ratings

User score distribution:
  1. Positive: 25 out of 30
  2. Negative: 3 out of 30
  1. DejanSt
    Apr 8, 2008
    8
    Pretty cute album, with some amazing moments as Winter or Love Is Dead.
  2. JJSmith
    May 27, 2007
    8
    Every album Anderson has put out has at the very least shown glimpses of genius. Even A New Morning had Obsessions and The Tears album had Every album Anderson has put out has at the very least shown glimpses of genius. Even A New Morning had Obsessions and The Tears album had three or four tracks that were lightyears ahead in class of you standard indie fare. This album is no different, his vocals are as strong as they have been since Head Music and lyrically there are signs he can still write with the talent of the Dog Man Star which for me was the best album of the 90's. In some ways he's been his own worst enemy by being so prolific in Suedes early years because if this was a new artist the reviews would almost cerainly be universally excellent but Anderson is an easy target because at times he can tread ground so familiar it verges on self-parody. Yes he still drops the odd clunker in his lines and a couple tracks are weak but when he gets it right he can be untouchable. The Infinite Kiss is a perfect pop record, melodically excellent and brilliantly delivered while Song For My Father is poignantly beautiful and Scvorpio Rising powefully evocative. It's not as good as the first two Suede albums but if that's the benchmark that everything is set against then 99% of music out there fails miserably. All in all a very good solo debut and signs of the genius of old. Full Review »
  3. [Anonymous]
    Apr 11, 2007
    6
    This album is an ambigous affair. I really like most of the songs, but then again I think it's just because I always liked Bretts voice. This album is an ambigous affair. I really like most of the songs, but then again I think it's just because I always liked Bretts voice. What's really disappointing about the album is not the quality of songwriting, but its lacklustre production. It sounds like Brett singing to plastic-piano and plastic-string in his bedroom or something. This can be ok to some musicians, but in this case it suits remarkably bad. It's like watching a Champions League match in an empty stadium. Full Review »