From Subliminal to Defected to Perfecto, Harry "Choo-Choo" Romero might give off the impression of being a temperamental figure, a theory hardly contradicted after learning that the impetus for I Want Out was a furious label dispute. All the same, this aptly self-described slab of "slut house" is enjoyable in its noncommittal and ugly grimacing, and basically just an excuse to sound like Tron's Master Control in a poorly verbalized existential breakdown. ~ Dean Carlson, All Music Guide
