Wet, dreamy pop didn't exactly catch on last year, as The Lotus Eaters will testify. Perhaps it brings out that spiteful streak in all of us that despises anything so blatantly soft. That said, this is a gem. It sets out to be nothing more than an admirably crafted, lovingly performed pop song. And succeeds. There's hope for the dreamers yet. Single of the week. (Paul Bursche, No 1, February 16, 1985)
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