What endearing souls these Housemartins are. The sort of boys who probably wet their knickers in the school playground, wore shorts after everyone else had moved into long trousers and always, but always, look into their hankies after blowing their noses. Nice, normal chaps making the chirpiest, most heart-tingling records this side of St Winfrid's School Choir (well, maybe not that chirpy). "Happy Hour" is like Bob's Full House or Blue Peter set to music. Sublime. (Eleanor Levy, Record Mirror, May 31, 1986)
The Housemartins are, as they say themselves, "quite good", but this jangly little romp isn't a patch on their two previous singles, "Flag Day" and "Sheep". The lyrics appear to advocate taking one's clothes off in the kitchen sink, which doesn't sound very hygienic at all. On the back of the sleeve there's a little form to fill out which says 'I like this record because. . .(Answer in not more than ten words)'. Well, I like this record because its catalogue number is GOD 11, which is extremely cosmic. (Vici MacDonald, Smash Hits, June 4, 1986)
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