Nausea. It's the only word I can use to describe my feelings towards the Twins. Going to art school having a 'weird' haircut and (slightly) 'weird' clothes, a young mediocre finds the accountancy profession closed to him and promptly goes off to join a pop group. Pop! Get a producer get a video, get a stylist - get ahead. Unfortunately, such terribly smart business considerations don't allow for a spark of wit or soul in your music. But that's no problem; when your mediocrity and imagination match those of the music biz you're in clover. Processed. (
Jim Reid, Record Mirror, July 9, 1983)
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