This is one of the few songs on Love that could have been on their first two LPs, and the fact that they chose to make this the third single off that lousy record immediately renews dying faith. So they still know what's good, after all. It makes you feel like a sucker if this is just a temporary break in the rain before le deluge, and perhaps it's grasping at meager straws in the weight of significant evidence to the contrary, but you still have to believe in Roddy Frame's limitless talent. If he can still produce a single this good once in a while, his new career direction won't be something to shudder at. Old fans, this is the one 1988 Aztec release you'll be glad to own.
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AllMusic Review by Jack Rabid