Included here are reviews and news blurbs that trace the progress as Mindsweeper morphed from a club band into a final studio album project that was never published (work is published here, however). In the midst of those trying to be hip writers of music criticism, rarely is there an open ear or mind, and even rarer is the critic who understands musical parody, the comic reflection of music that is NOT new. Mindsweeper was successful at being something new and different based on getting silly with mainstream genres at the time--punk, disco, new wave, and jazz fusion (not nearly as tasty as Thai French fusion). Here is a sampling of good and bad press we received--meaningless drivel mostly, but with a tad of creativity, openmindedness and fun to be found in a couple of the record reviews. Critics are usually psychologically impaired. The graduate education in fine art I pursued after the Mindsweeper experience taught me to welcome even the worst critiques from others, but I found, before I returned to art school, through my experience with Mindsweeper, that if you didn't have the bullshit to back up your work, you were just another dope in a band. This understanding really helped when at the San Francisco Art Institute radical, angry feminists and the PC crowd came out of the woodwork to cut me into pieces because of sexual parodies I did in film and video. Fact is, I critique my own work better than anyone. This is unique in the creative arts (commercial music and film), but the only mode of operation in the realm of fine arts, where the individual must control all aspects of his or her work without dilution. I considered and defined Mindsweeper as a work of fine art, because it was created to be such, though most people who witnessed the band did not understand the concept at all. Mindsweeper was a work of art created for its own sake alone, with little or no deference to financial gain, self aggrandizement, or fame. It was what it was and is what it is, then and now--memories, jokes and feelings of dread for a sick world, shared in analog and digital sound formats. I am proud of the work, though I was intensely critical of every aspect of it while in the process of its creation.