Follow The Police and learn about places like Scylla and Charybdis. As my dictionary explains, these traps are Greek mythology for the Devil and the deep blue sea. Life is no bowl of cherries as Sting has often pointed out, never better than here. Almost as mean, moody and magnifique as 'Every Breath', Sting's latest piece of bleating has me worried about the boy. If he's not watching his lover threateningly, he's trying to wrap her around his finger. Someone should tell him there are simpler forms of romance. (Mark Cooper, No 1, July 16, 1983)
Sting's mystical edge gets an airing on a track that's probably in the top 10 as we speak. It's impossible not to take your hat off to a band who, while sneered at by the press, can produce the most insidious melodies around. (Mike Gardner, Record Mirror, July 16, 1983)
Gorgeous, light and the perfect music to have playing as someone massages that coconut sun oil between the shoulder blades. What you doing on Sunday afternoon, Sting? Andy? Stewart? (Deborah Steels, Smash Hits, July 21, 1983)
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