I love The Hooses! They're Britain's Brightest Pop Group and this is their greatest blustering pop wheeze since "Happy Hour" except it's even better. This one's something to do with God not being very chuffed with a farmer for growing parsnips in his gumboot. No it's not, it's about something far more significant (though I haven't quite worked out what yet) and it sounds exactly like something else (though I haven't quite worked out what yet. Probably another Hooses song. Oh well...) This single proves - once and for all! - that The Housemartins have wit, intelligence, brevity, humour and the sparkliest, nippy pop tunes ever created. PS. And Stan is extremely good-looking in my "opinion". A bit. (Sylvia Patterson, Smash Hits, August 26, 1987)
Less overtly whimsical than "Five Bonk Like Crazy In Dorset", The Housemartins are in danger of trivialising the very thing that initially won them respect. Housemartins records are like toffee apples: short, sweet and ultimately sickly. (Chris Twomey, Record Mirror, August 29, 1987)
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