First salvo from the long-awaited 'Kill Uncle' and a pleasant surprise. Mister Misunderstood's freshest vinyl confection since 'Suedehead', a similarly streamlined pop gem, and could that be a lopsided smile we detect as he spills his guts about never wanting to spill his guts again? The tune is jaunty and unfussy, scooting in around strange sitar-sounding violins, crashing through Lennon-esque reverb for the chorus before diving into fathomless melancholy when His Master's Voice spirals to a bonkers Billy McKenzie-style finale. He really should get out more.
- Stephen Dalton, New Musical Express, 2/16/91