Reception
| Professional ratings | |
|---|---|
| Review scores | |
| Source | Rating |
| Allmusic | |
| Pitchfork Media | (7.7/10) |
| PopMatters | |
| Stylus | B− |
Reviews for the album were generally positive. Allmusic had nothing but the highest of praise for the album, saying "Each song is snappy, playful, and stylish, and that's what makes Dancing with Daggers work so well." They asserted that the songs have a rare originality, and said that Magenta Lane "lead the pack of new millennium girl groups" and "could very well be a modern day version of the Shangri-Las." Pitchfork and PopMatters both said that the album lacks a genuine show-stopper to compare to "The Constant Lover" from their debut EP, but that there are nonetheless plenty of standout moments. The reviewer for PopMatters also praised the album's exceptional brevity (less than a half hour long). Stylus Magazine were less enthusiastic, asserting that the album is essentially one or two outstanding pieces surrounded by similar sounding filler: "Dancing With Daggers could be re-released as “Wild Gardens,” its best song, repeated thirteen times and I’d hardly bat an eye."
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