The Cure - The Lovecats (Fiction)

From the opening clatter of sprightly piano, finger-licking bass and a sound that reminds me of clanking milk bottles, this never looks back. Robert Smith and crew are obviously having a good time. Robert sings the daft words with relish while the music leaps and prowls around his voice. Watch this pounce into the Top Five. I'm solid - but solid - gone, man. You will be too. Single Of The Fortnight. (Ian Birch, Smash Hits, October 13, 1983)

I had to check my pulse and reach for the smelling salts after listening to this. I thought the chances of me ever liking a Cure record would be about as likely as Maggie Thatcher doing a spread for Penthouse. But The Cure have left their frowns at home in the cupboard and they've stuck their tails in the air, coming up with one of the most quirky and captivating singles of the year. This is going to make you 'paws' for thought and leave you 'feline' groovy. (Robin Smith, Record Mirror, October 29, 1983)

Get your claws into this one! this is the third of The Cure's 'fantasy' singles and the best yet. A crazy, jangling jazz song with all sorts of strange rhythms and noises inside.
If The Cure are ever going to have a Number One single then this is it. I love these cats! (Paul Bursche, No 1, October 22, 1983)