A hotchpotch of styles sellotaped together by dear old Gazza, whose new Darth Vader look makes him resemble something you get free in a Corn Flakes packet. He starts with disco plus the heavy metal guitars that come with it these days, then adds the usual synth doodlings and his inimitable tuneless yodel. That voice kills every song it touches, and here it whines away aimlessly until you want to strangle the balding spaceman with his own asteroid belt. (Sunie, No 1, October 15, 1983)
A moody synthesised intro is shattered by a driving bass/drum beat. Punctuated by a shrill keyboard chord the song covers familiar Numan ground - with the exception of the jazzy sax solo at the end. A slightly laboured effort. I'd rather see him live any day. (Peter Martin, Smash Hits, October 27, 1983)
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