The very packaging of this album screamed "generic bad goth music", from the band name to the label it was released on (Tragick records), which is about as close to truth in advertising as you can get these days. The album is chock full of very bland, flavorless goth, which retreads all of the old cliches of the musical genre and then some. The lead singer's voice always sounds strained, the drumming could easily have been done by drum machine, and songs are very repetitive: on almost all of the songs, most, if not all of the song's main body could be produced by taping a riff or combination of riffs and then looping the tape over and over until song's end. Furthermore, the names and lyrics of songs resemble the worst excretions of teenaged goth poets not yet weaned from gibbering "love", "pain", "hate", "emptiness", and all their synonyms in hideously rhymed and repetitive couplets.

The only even vaguely redeeming aspect of the album is the song "Gothic Pose", which, ironically enough, condemns exactly the kind of whiny posturing which the rest of the album represents. Although the song itself is a cliche in more ways than one, it at least seems to have been written with that knowledge firmly in mind- in other words, the use of cliche to examine cliche seems to have been a conscious choice. In no other song on the album does Shadow Light betray the same degree of self-awareness.

As an album, this one is somewhat less than the sum of its parts, and is best described as a long wallow in predictable bathos and tired angst.