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Playing tennis with your shoes off . .'So croons Mike Sherrin of
Glenn Tilbrook proteges The Tempest as gently strummed guitars waver into an innocently fragrant love song. A heart warming tale. Pleasantly refreshing harmonies and the odd spark of catchy reminiscence are all thrown in for good measure, in a tempting little ditty if ever there was one. This is The Tempest at their best. Listen and melt. (
Anna Martin, No 1, October 26, 1985)
Inoffensive acoustic nicety from the
Glen Tilbrook-produced Liverpool quintet, whose highest aspiration seems to be the making of pleasing pop tunes. I hereby pronounce their ambition achieved. So now what happens? (
Roger Morton, Record Mirror, October 19, 1985)
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