Child Bride?s post-Halloween catchall spook-out droning pieces seem more at home in the chthonic places than on the slopes of ecstasy-reaching Olympus. The vault vibe of sampleadelic dark is thick here, there?s little of the light offered in the album?s title perceptible here. Even so, this disc has an unsteady start, enough to almost sink the dedication of a casual listener. The opening ?Falcon Drops a Bomb? pulling just one too many generic sounds into its mix - Native American samples have been so ODed on that they?re now best left to the new agers or field recordings. This slight aside, overall the album is a major success, "Reflections on Prism City?s" wonky three-track charm winning out.
There?s a telling sliver of NWW infects the October skin temperature pop on ?Posh?s Shadow Self?, a glimpse of deeper wells to explore for Child Bride?s future releases. Child Bride inhabits a decrepit ballroom of dissatisfaction synth waltzes of dissatisfaction - no-fi colour-drained pop poking its head out of drone?s tenements. There?s sitar toned burgundy soaked shroud blues with a death?s door Kristin Hersh sound alike on vocal - an indication that Child Bride are already reaching beyond possibly imposed expectations. 8/10 -- Scott McKeating (17 September, 2008)