On My Way promises to be voted "Most likely to get lost in your collection and never thought about again."

An unpleasant record to listen to.

While Spektor possesses an intriguing voice, she uses it in such a cloying, affected manner as to be almost entirely off-putting.

[They] could have easily narrowed the selections from their debut into a three song EP, or possibly even a single. In nixing eight or more of the songs from Underwater Cinematographer, the band would've also cut down on all the annoying shouting, half-melodies, pompous song structures and garbled lyrics.

The band continuously recycles itself into a feeble mass.

Garnier displays an ability to approximate several genres, yet betrays his fellow travelers by failing to infuse any of them with individuality or innovation.

The group has obviously lost whatever touch they once had for making unique, interesting music.

The lack of distinctiveness is what ultimately makes All Years Leaving utterly forgettable.

Behold 2004, your kings of yawn-rock, Son, Ambulance.

It's hard to think of any reason to buy this album, and if you do, it's hard to imagine any reason for listening to it more than once (unless you hate your neighbors or your cat).