Carol Kenyon - Warrior Woman (A&M)

At first it sounds like a Eurythmics rip-off session. I wish her all the luck in the world, she's a good singer, and I'd be interested to hear more of her material. She's trying to fit into as many bags as possible here, an interesting record but a bit disjointed. There's a lot of inventiveness in there, but she definitely needs a good backing group behind her. (Stewart Copeland, Record Mirror, January 28, 1984)

Carol Kenyon's blitzkrieg on Heaven 17's "Temptation" turned her into a star-in-waiting. By the sound of it, she's missed the bus. Andy Hill is a skillful producer for Bucks Fizz, but in his attempts to ape Trevor Horn he's made some pretty unlistenable records of late. "Warrior Woman" takes that to an extreme: quite simply, it's a dreadful racket. The fact that this "Warrior Woman" drivel was written by Carol Kenyon herself hardly promises better things in future either. Back to the session work. Estimated chart placing: 60. (Phil McNeill, No1, January 28, 1984)

Blancmange - The Day Before You Came (London)

The beginning is great but then .... It sounds almost comical and I like Neil Arthur's sense of humour, but it sounds a bit stupid in the music. It's an Abba song but it doesn't sound like one. I don't like the vocal but obviously it'll be a hit. Strange! (Andy Taylor [Duran Duran], Record Mirror, July 14, 1984)

A dismal re-working of the old Abba hit, this also sound uncannily like the Thompson Twins. Bongos and banjos work at a furious pace in the background, but it's Neil Arthur's voice which spoils the whole package. For some reason he sounds as if he's singing with a hot potato in his mouth. Strange. (Linda Duff, Smash Hits, July 5, 1984)

Thompson Twins - Doctor! Doctor! (Arista)

"Doctor! Doctor!" was made in Nassau, Bahamas, and the record has a transatlantic sheen. Whereas a year ago the Twins were gawky pop novices still shedding their hippie roots, now they speak the international language of Michael Jackson, Duran Duran and Hall & Oates as if it was their nature. Which I'm sure it is. Some people might say they've sold out, or that their slick pop lacks soul, but I'd rather hear trivial Thompsons than any of the worthies who inhabit the independent charts. After the addictive "Hold Me Now", "Doctor! Doctor!" returns to the electro-pop territory of "Love On Your Side", but with much more style and confidence. (Phil McNeill, No 1, January 28, 1984)

Their last single was my favourite record of December '83. They seem to have hit on a formula which will ensure their growing success for some time to come. In my opinion, not as good as "Hold Me Now". I wish they wouldn't feel obliged to dance about so much. (Martyn Ware, Smash Hits, January 19, 1984)

Again there's this amazing uniformity of keyboard sounds, they're all using the same gadgets. I can see the video now, a strange house, a woman disappearing into some doors that close mysteriously behind her, and there's got to be a rose somewhere. It gets better as you listen to it, though, but I don't think it's up to their two biggies. I have a lot of time for these guys, and the single's got a good chance with their name behind it, but the beginning is a bit standard. (Stewart Copeland, Record Mirror, January 28, 1984)

Thompson Twins - Lay Your Hands On Me (Arista)

WOW! A new single from THE TWINS! HEY! CRITICAL! FABEROONI! etc. The Thompson Twins find themselves in the almost enviable position of having invented their own clichés - and very marketable ones they are too. This perfectly constructed, sort of spiritual, swingalong cliché of a future hit is as pleasant (i.e. rather boring) and unassuming (i.e. rather bland) as its precursors. Pass the lentil bake, I feel a song coming on . . .  (Lesley White, Smash Hits, December 6, 1984)

This group get better all the time. They made the top five unexpectedly last Christmas with "Hold Me Now". This year, it'll be no surprise if they come out right on top. "Lay Your Hands On Me" is deceptively good. Is it Tom Bailey's ever-maturing singing, so deft and full of nuances. . Or the clever melody that tugs at so many pop memories. . . Or the lush production and the way the instruments seem to swell in and out of the mix.. Whatever it is that makes great pop, The Thompson Twins have got it. (Phil McNeill, No1, December 1, 1984)

Rod Stewart - Trouble (WEA)

Lovable old hack or LA creep? He annoys me a lot less since he's started wearing a suit instead of those cellulite-sausage lycra leggings, actually. "Some Guys", whilst unable to hold a candle to Robert Palmer's version, showed that of big nose still knew how to pick 'em. But this self-written slowie is undistinguished, to put it kindly. (Sunie, No1, November 24, 1984)

In which everyone-over-40's favourite Jack-the-lad takes a breather from the endless round of ditching old blondes, finding young ones and wearing scoop-neck t-shirts to reflect on the sorry fate of the ageing Romeo. A palatable miss-you-babyee effort, this, which merits some success. Trouble is, I remember Rod before he got a full time post at the Ministry Of Music - well 'ard, 'e was. (Lesley White, Smash Hits, December 6, 1984)

Five Star - Crazy (Tent)

Say hi to the New Edition! Five Star are a family of five black Brits, including three Crolla-clad girls with lightened hair and a pretty good Michael Jackson clone. Someone in the Five Star camp knows a hook when he hears one. They should give him a raise and sack their stylist. (Sunie, No1, November 24, 1984)

Paul Young - Everything Must Change (CBS)

A slow and stately self-penned ballad that's more like "Wherever I Lay My Hat" than anything else Paul has done. Takes its time to sink in, as good ballads often do. Should do the business. (Dave Rimmer, Smash Hits, November 22, 1984)

After the post-Frankie heavy metal soul of "Playhouse", Paul veers towards country on his first self-written release since the hits started coming. The country-style guitar freshens up his familiar bass 'n' synth sound, and the song's pretty creditable too. It gives away his '70s rock origins, but then he's never been at great pains to disguise those. I look forward to seeing him clutching his mikestand on TOTP as soon as poss - that much won't change. (Sunie, No1, November 24, 1984)

Virgin Dance - Are You Ready (For That Feeling) (Spartan)

Songs don't come easy to Virgin Dance. Like its predecessor "The Dream Is Over", "Are You Ready" is sketched painstakingly over a shimmering backdrop of guitars and heavenly choirs. Sheer single-minded excellence. One day they'll be as big as The Bunnymen. (Martin Townsend, No1, November 3, 1984)

A-ha - Take On Me (WEA)

Gold star too for A-ha, a Norwegian trio. "Take On Me" and "And You Tell Me" are fresher that a freezing gust up the fjord and highlight the singer's incredible vocal range. Essential purchases both. (Martin Townsend, No1, November 3, 1984)

Alphaville - Forever Young (WEA)

"Big In Japan" was a real horror. Sickeningly twee but a big enough hit to be played into infinity at tacky Continental discos or dragged out annually as a Radio 1 golden oldie: "Back in time with Alphaville . . . All of which makes "Forever Young" a real surprise. A stately and well-sung melody floating along on echoey church organ, it does everything but scream `follow up'. Big in the credibility stakes if not in the charts. (Martin Townsend, No1, November 3, 1984)

PH: It started off for me quite interesting, but then it went into something which was quite MOR. AM: They're from Munster, I met them three weeks ago in Cologne, I was doing an interview. They made me feel like Grandad, because they came up to me and said "Oh OMD, big heroes of ours, your first album was really important, made us want to make music." They're all our age, and one of them's 30, actually. That song started off sounding like Toto on synths, then got strange... it's a mega Euro-ballad. (Andy & Paul of OMD, Record Mirror, November 3, 1984)

ABC - How To Be A Millionaire (Phonogram)

ABC's Beauty Stab was, for me, one of the albums of '83. Precise, socially-aware lyrics beefed up into a heady rock mixture, - Here Martin Fry and Mark White - with two new members aboard - take the fashionable and logical next step. They throw their weight behind pounding electro rhythms in an ironic, scathing attack on money politics. Radical dance music of the first order. File next to "Fascist Groove Thang". (Martin Townsend, No1, November 3, 1984)

PH: There's a melody line in there which is very similar to Shannon's "Let The Music Play". It's the kind of fractured rhythm that you wish would settle down. AM: Sounded like a production in search of a song. I wanted to like that one, what have you done? (Andy & Paul of OMD, Record Mirror, November 3, 1984)

Why ABC should want to make a weak New York dance record is beyond me. Nevertheless, here we have Martin Fry crooning over a reasonable imitation of one of Shannon's backing tracks. There's no originality or feeling - ABC are just desperately apeing an already over-imitated sound. Obvious proof of a lack of material and a crisis of confidence and direction within their ranks. (Neil Tennant, Smash Hits, November 8, 1984)

Depeche Mode - Blasphemous Rumours/Somebody (Mute)

Depeche Mode are becoming a Very Important band indeed. Pretentious though it may sound, Depeche's powerhouse Martin Gore is one of the few songwriters genuinely concerned with the politics of life in the '80s - unhampered by side-issues of style and blatant commerciality. "Somebody" gently unfurls the map of a modern relationship and explores every fold. The double A-side, "Blasphemous Rumours" weighs religion and reality with precision and feeling. Thought provoking stuff. (Martin Townsend, No1, November 3, 1984)

A double-A-sided single of two tracks from their Some Great Reward LP. "Somebody" gets my vote because it's so different from all their other singles. Martin Gore sings a slow, sad plea for love over a REAL PIANO and when the synthesized "Aaahs" come in it sounds just like Art Garfunkel. This'll have them reaching for their handkerchieves. "Blasphemous Rumours", on the other hand, is a routine slab of gloom in which God is given a severe ticking off. (Neil Tennant, Smash Hits, November 8, 1984)

PH: I really like it, I like it a lot; it's got a great chorus line. It's a bit fractured, but then that's their style. It's a bit too fractured at times, you keep wanting to hear the chorus. AM: The strong thing is their melodies and that chorus as Paul said is a belter. I've got this feeling that Depeche Mode are going to do something really amazing and they're getting pretty close. PH: They're the only band this week that sound like they know what they're doing, the only band that've got two ideas to rub together. AM: Well, two pieces of metal to rub together, anyway! (Andy & Paul from OMD, Record Mirror, November 3, 1984)

Lloyd Cole - Rattlesnakes (Polydor)

Although Lloyd has his most obvious influences written proudly across his chest - Lou Reed, Bob Dylan, Lou Reed - he's still creating a rock mythology all of his own. On "Rattlesnakes" the influences of his Derbyshire birthplace and Glasgow - where he was educated - are stirred up in equal measures of hometown grit and academic wit. He juggles European and American references in the lyric - novelist Simon De Beauvoir, On The Waterfront - and still ends up with a peculiarly English blend. A rich and fascinating single of the week. (Martin Townsend, No1, November 3, 1984)

AM: Having just listened to Depeche Mode this sounds positively dated, but that's what people want these days. Why is it that old Marlon Brando movies are so bloody trendy these days? The guy's fat, bald and an American millionaire. Any musician who was like that would be out of the window straight away. What I want to know is, will Lloyd Cole be getting two million dollars in the year 203 for appearing in 'Superman 37'? (Andy & Paul of OMD, Record Mirror, November 3, 1984)

1000 Mexicans - The Last Pop Song (Abstract)

With a title like this, I was expecting something apocalyptic but if this is the last pop song then God help us. A dreadfully monotonous bass line as well. (Marc Almond, Record Mirror, February 25, 1984)

Stephen 'Tin Tin' Duffy - She Makes Me Quiver (10 Records)

There's probably some perverse logic behind having such an unwieldy name, but if I were Stephen I'd drop the Tin Tin bit, pronto. That aside, the quest for the hit solo single by the Duran that got away continues. I'm not sure if this is the one though. It's got the right ingredients, but it doesn't make the impression it should. Could have something to do with all those rhyming lyrics. Narcotic/ neurotic/gothic/exotic . . . it all gets a bit wearing after a while. (Karen Swayne, No 1, September 22, 1984)

The Chant Of Barry Flynn - The Smile And The Kiss (Ensign)

This originally came out under the name of Bonk. I mean, BONK!!! And if you don't know what that means, I'm certainly not going to tell you. It flopped, so Bonk, who is actually Barry Flynn, decided to give it another go under his real but equally uncharismatic moniker. It's still pretty unexciting. (Sunie, No 1, April 21, 1984)

Almost a hit last year and deservedly re-released. Bas has dropped the awful Bonk moniker which must have affected his chances before. A rousing sixties soul stomp chorus and not too much else, but a hit. (Andy Strickland, Record Mirror, April 28, 1984)

Scott Walker - Track Three (Virgin)

A lot of people have been waiting for this record. Scott Walker – one-time half of the legendary Walker Brothers – hasn't released a record for six years, but interest in him as a cult figure, musical maverick and all-round enigma has never died. As a fan myself, I found 'Track Three' disappointing. It's a capable modern pop song, and the old Walker voice is as wonderful as ever. But there are dozens of songs in his back-catalogue that knock spots off this one. And dozens of new pop records that do that particular job a lot better. The B-side, "Blanket Roll Blues", is a better indication of his real nature – dark and honestly strange. (Maureen Rice, No 1, March 3, 1984)

Big Country - East Of Eden (Mercury)

The guitars take something of a back seat here, as Stuart Adamson delivers a tuneful and competent vocal. Trouble is, Big Country are at a bit of a loss when they're not going hell for leather and bouncing around on one foot. Maybe the odd piano on your gentler moments might add something, boys. (Andy Strickland, Record Mirror, September 22, 1984)

The production on this record is truly awful. The instruments blur into one muddy, thrashing mass, completely submerging any hapless tune which might be struggling to escape. (It sounds the same on the radio, so I know it's not my stylus.) The B-side, a brutally massacred version of Roxy Music's wonderful "Prairie Rose", is even worse. Yuk! (Vici MacDonald, Smash Hits, September 27, 1984)

The Blow Monkeys - Atomic Lullaby (RCA)

More than obvious schmaltzy chords of the effort from the promising Blow Monkeys. Let's leave boring MOR to Spandau, eh lads? The obligatory sax wails on like Spiney with bad guts. Originality quota 2/10. (Andy Strickland, Record Mirror, September 22, 1984)

Friends have been raving about this band to me, and with good reason. The Blow Monkeys (don't be put off by the name) have come up with the week's best, and most unusual single. Opening with moody sax, "Atomic Lullaby" builds to a final crescendo with a style all of its own. The subdued but distinctive vocal fits somewhere between Lloyd Cole and Morrissey. The singer is called Dr Robert and he has a sinister charm that is hard to ignore. Try to hear it. (Karen Swayne, No 1, September 22, 1984)

The Blow Monkeys - The Man From Russia (RCA)

Most Intriguing Title Of The Fortnight, made even more curious by the fact that it's impossible to work out what the song's about. Dreamy vocals, real 'live' drums and a brass section add up to an optimistic sound. I can imagine this being covered by Shirley Bassey or Liza Minnelli. (Linda Duff, Smash Hits, July 5, 1984)