Metascore
79

Generally favorable reviews - based on 17 Critics

Critic score distribution:
  1. Positive: 15 out of 17
  2. Negative: 0 out of 17
  1. There are no shocks or surprises, but instead, How I Long... thrills us softly, its tiny layers and details all intricately woven together into a cohesive and aesthetically delightful tapestry.
  2. How I Long to Feel That Summer in My Heart further underscores how brilliantly anomalous and unfashionably brilliant GZM are.
  3. 90
    Their most affecting and cohesive statement to date. [Oct 2001, p.108]
  4. The aged authenticity of these songs comes so easily that you'd be forgiven for thinking that they discovered the formula.
  5. This is one striking album from start to finish.
  6. The voices of Euros and Megan Childs are a breath of mountain-fresh air, while the chamber-meets-country pop summons the spirit of Nick Drake. [#32, p.56]
  7. A testament to the influences of their youth; echoes of Lennon and McCartney, Simon and Garfunkel, Nick Drake, and Fairport Convention glide through the album before tiptoeing into a corner and reappearing a few tracks later.
User Score
9.0

Universal acclaim- based on 4 Ratings

User score distribution:
  1. Positive: 1 out of 1
  2. Mixed: 0 out of 1
  3. Negative: 0 out of 1
  1. BrendanD
    Jan 30, 2007
    10
    How anyone could not give this album a perfect score is far beyond the scope of my foggiest comprehension. It's not an album from which you can take a song or two and say, "This is what this album is." Rather, it's a mood piece, reflections on the impetuousness of youthful romance when seen in the rear-view mirror of post-adolescence. Some reviews I've read have said that the Zygotic ones lost their sense of exuberance, or that this record lacks charm. I wonder if we listened to the same thing. This is a record you listen to when spring is slowly fading to summer or October is bringing in the first whisps of autumn air; it's reflective, poignant, and beautiful. The gorgeous refrains of the title track give way to the best simple lyrics since the Beach Boys insisted that we add some music to our day, providing the perfect counterpoint to the jangling harpsichord that will make just-grown men weak at the knees. "Her Hair Hangs Long" devolves from a simple alt.country tune to a Velvet Underground dirge, as if John Cale has been reborn and is playing on the third Velvets record. It's an album not devoid of hope or cheer but devoid of the sentimentalizing of old age. It's filled not with regret but with meandering. The melodies take much time to build, but the payoff is as rewarding as any album of the millennial years. Full Review »