"Its gentle, ruminative grooves provided a soundtrack to live by…. Wheeler is unusual in that he neither wheedles nor whinnies, favoring instead a full, plangent, almost classical tone. In the lower registers there's a satisfyingly deep bottom, and at the high end he has made a language entirely of his own, with breathy, expressionist smears that sound as though the air in the valves is shooting towards the surface like a submarine, spilling out aqueous waves of half-formed phrases as it rises…. An eccentric marvel.… Konitz has an effortlessly hip and indirect way with a solo."—The Independent