Any song that contains the immortal lines
'Don't worry, stop thinking. Let's go and do some drinking' is worthy of the highest praise. When that same song is bristling with pop harmonies, dead '60s guitar and a lyric that observes a bunch of lads talking down a pal who's been ditched it's doubly rare. Obviously a hit. But why don't The Farmers Boys sisters get themselves a group called the Norfolk Broads? (
Max Bell, No 1, October 20, 1984)
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