The Wet ones won't need to wish they're too lucky with this as it's so patently commercial their growing horde of fans are bound to give the Glaswegians a big lift to the top. Shades of the Blow Monkeys and even Culture Club tend to make it sound very familiar but as safe pop goes it isn't too awful. At least you can ignore it. (Max Bell, No 1, July 18, 1987)
This is a perfectly breezy pop tune that starts with some finger clicking and soulsome groans, then smooths into an unforgettably inane chorus about love taking a tumble or some such nonsense. What spoils Wet Wet Wet songs however, is that just to hear them conjures up the alarming image of singer Marty's rather strange "dancing" which involves him flapping his arms like a deranged budgie dressed in Shakin' Stevens denim cast-offs and with that daft grin that quite spoils his anguished wails over love's woes. Shame really. (Lola Borg, Smash Hits, July 1, 1987)
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