"On "The Gloves Are Off," Far Out and Back Again is falling apart. The track's instrumental lopes with a two-left-feet gait, the drums approaching a hackneyed swing as the guitars stutter out half-phrases as if they're barely eeking [sic] through a noise gate. The track's lyrics remain mostly obscured, but the pleading, pathetic tone of the anonymous vocalist's full-bodied moans speaks where words cannot. In the final seconds, Far Out introduces a whirlpool of tremolo guitars that ascend toward a nonexistent peak as the artist screams out repetitions of a mini-mantra—"I can handle it, I can handle it," they sing, the anxiety bubbling closer to a boiling point with each new utterance. Skyrocketing out of a track full of half-heard lyrics, unfinished melodies and musical false starts, these cyclic cries button "The Gloves Are Off" with a declarative finality, taking the emotional pain once suggested in murky itches toward a palpable ache." –Audrey Lockie of SLUG magazine.

I've gone and done it! I didn't even have to submit it or ask for it to be reviewed, which is fucking awesome. Especially when considering that it was able to generate such scathing criticism -- It matters not that they didn't like it, but that they spent more time writing about it, than they did listening to it. I consider that a victory.