Copied from today's Hartford Advocate:

"Normally I'm a sucker for packaging, so when the Inclined Plane's limited-run, hand-assembled, blue-Muppet-fur-coated CD arrived in my mailbox, I shivered. Sadly, the music on their disc doesn't live up to their amazing packaging. Their brand of strange indie pop-rock is too unorganized and unpracticed to compel. The whole "I'm indie, so I don't have to learn to actually sing my notes" attitude has worn thin by now; ditto for the "we're a collective, not a band, and our disc was recorded by seven people who all play a dazzling variety of instruments" thing. The recording techniques are stylishly lo-fi, but the downside is that amidst all the fuzz and distant microphones, the vocals sometimes come barreling down the center channel, nuking the previously delicate mix. And dude, that one note they keep hitting on the glockenspiel in "Hail Bop" really adds a whole new level of depth. Or not. Your time and money are better spent on a Pavement or Sonic Youth record." (Dan Barry)

Okay, so maybe "love" isn't the word I was looking for. Still, tough to argue that one's money isn't better spent on a Pavement or Sonic Youth record.