OMD have been scientifically proven (by moi, actuellement) to be one of the most irritating groups in the universe, so this pleasant, wistful, plinkety-plunk ballad comes as a bit of a shock. Mind you, it's spookily reminiscent of "Can't Get Used To Losing You" by ageing TV crooner Andy Williams the man responsible for inflicting those beaming Mormon songsters The Osmond Brothers on an unsuspecting world), which might explain things. But is it fate, or mere coincidence? Brrrr! (Vici MacDonald, Smash Hits, October 9, 1985)
OMD are supporting the Thompson Twins in America at the moment, which must explain why they're down enough to release a third mediocre single from the Crush LP. Three minutes of plodding and plucking through this slight nursery rhyme won't even dislodge one of Alannah Currie's silly hats. (Roger Morton, Record Mirror, October 19, 1985)
This week's art lovers appreciation award goes to (drum roll please) OMD, who have produced a swirling little ballad in the classic mould of Andy Williams' "Can't Get Used To Losing You", and have carefully packaged the splendid item in an equally tasteful sleeve. The third, and possibly the best, single to have been lifted from the pristine Crush LP even sees Andy McCluskey warbling along a la Feargal Sharkey at one point! Play it to your Mum and watch her swoon. (Anna Martin, No 1, October 26, 1985)
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