Previous to this, I'd always envisaged Paddy McAloon and company to be one of those depressing vegetarian long mac brigade bands that I despise so much. It came as a great relief to discover that they produce the kind of melodic pop music that most bands can only aspire to - a kind of 10 c.c. meets Spandau Ballet. Must get the office veggies to lend me their old Sprouts. (Dave Ling, No 1, October 27, 1984)
Being someone with a liking for sensitive artists with meaningful lyrics and guitars, I think I'm supposed to like Prefab Sprout. Hmmm. Pleasant tale of woe, but with all these people rolling about in ecstacy over them I expected the Earth to move. Not a wobble. (Eleanor Levy, Record Mirror, April 6, 1985)
"When Love Breaks Down" is a moody and haunting masterpiece which meanders along on gentle ripples of acoustic guitar and melodic keyboards. (Dave Ling, No 1, April 6, 1985)
The Sprouts are very odd indeed. They look really plain and wear things like string vests, come from Newcastle, call their LP Steve McQueen - and write brilliant songs about Mexico and love. This is acutely observed, intelligently written, quite sad but kind of, you know, uplifting, and sounds a bit like Joe Jackson on a good day. A cracker. (Peter Martin, Smash Hits, April 11, 1985)
Seductive as a sweet, soft focus kiss - quality sounds, arrangement and production. A gorgeous record. Make this one big. A friend. (Paul King, Smash Hits, October 23, 1985)
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