"I like the June Brides a lot. Live, their sometimes tuneless scrape'n'strum belies a melodic instinct reminiscent of the triff Go Betweens. Unfortunately this, their debut single and Pink's first release, succeeds in losing the are-felt ambience in the rush to achieve a well recorded single. "Sunday to Saturday" is still a fine song in its own sweetly tripping way, but it isn't my June Brides." Bill Black, Sounds "

As Bruce Dessau pointed out when he reviewed this lot live last time, just how do you pinpoint what makes a great group great? The June Brides have the touch, mixing their influences into a scorching cauldron that comes out with a mutant pop song of startling originality yet seemingly derivative - an art in itself." Tony Fletcher (Jamming magazine).

"A thoroughly ramshackle single with amateur production, nasal vocals and out of tune brass which succeeds nonetheless in bringing us the sound of young London meets Dexys meets The Buzzcocks. The June Brides have years on most of us - they'll be ace in 1986." Andy Strickland (Record Mirror)

"For all the impotent theorising on the state of pop recently, The June Brides supply a superlative reply. "Every Conversation" pauses breathlessly between Lou Reed and The Marvellettes, quite a perfect place to stop I'd say. Brassy, dandy and sensual as hell, The June Brides play like bastards. As a follow up to the criminally ignored "in the Rain" this leaves the rest of the pack looking decidedly jaded." Single of the Month. Jonh Wilde (Jamming Magazine).

"Jaunty beat combo beg comparison with the Kinks on this chiming tune" Penny Reel (New Musical Express).

"Ah to be in England, where they celebrate the eccentric, accentuate the common man and still make records like this.......(the Junies) do have a knack for some spectacular melodies and lyrical insights. This is inner city blues, crestfallen and browbeaten. Yet the June Brides aren't so facile as to dictate terms for happiness or its opposite. This record is another shy watercolour narrative" Ralph Traitor (Sounds)

"It's about time! In this current climate of depressed and depressing music, where the word "pop" has become synonymous with drab grey colourless tinsel-town glamour children making three minute worthless video exercises in how low modern music can sink, the June Brides produce an eight track mini-album to blast away the dullness. They sav(i)our pop for the side of COLOUR! LAUGHTER! JOY! with their spiky sublime intoxicating tunes: following that long and luminary lineage of Buzzcocks, Subway Sect, Fire Engines et al down the cottage way....For its sense of vision alone, this must be the most essential album released in the last two years. The choice is yours" The Legend! (New Musical Express).

"Their love of a good tune is passionate. They're young, they want to say everything they feel they can say and they want to say it all now, quickly, before they forget. In this game, what fault can there be in youth that's flush with enthusiasm? All good boys deserve a June Brides album. Buy it" Jeremy Lewis (Melody Maker).

"The June Brides are developing in their own modest fashion, as evidenced by the four songs here, which are clearer and more confidently handled than ever before. "No Place" sees them ousting themselves from the indie doom trap, with some sprightly viola playing, while "We Belong" is as cheerful a pop song as you could ask for." Unknown (Record Mirror)

"Yeah, Yeah, No and The June Brides could be the same band, or perhaps they all drink in the same wine bar. Whatever, none of these songs could break out of a paper bag with a Kalashnikov. Where's your mettle?" Unknown bastard (Sounds).

"The indie band of 1985, chart invaders of 1986?" Unknown (Melody Maker)

"The June Brides are no more, but Wilson carries on. "Waiting" sounds like a Caribbean Eddie Cochran ditty sung by a pissed up Nick Cave impersonator at 33 1/3. Buy it today, but ignore the clerical error that has resulted in 45 rpm being printed on the record. I made the mistake of playing it at the wrong speed and was treated (?) to a few minutes of Dukes of Hazzard car chase music and a piteous whine." Shawn Phillips (Sounds)

Old Phil's got the weight of the world on his shoulders and his post June Brides career sees him carving arch whimsy on his desk and looking for the singer/songwriter shoes that Momus has already gone hiking off in. The sound of silence." Paul Mathur (Record Mirror)

"Swapping The Byrds picking skills for those of The Eagles, and backed by a monstrous wall of violins and viola, "10 Miles" reverberates with the kind of doting angst normally found on a lovesick Smiths record and, while not quite being a record for sunshine skydiving, it's a perfect soundtrack to next week's Indian Summer." Unknown (Melody Maker).

"Lest we forget, The June Brides were once on the NME cover, so it's about time Mr Wilson proved his worth. "Ten Miles" is a rushing torrent of shuffling pop complete with excellent fiddling. Recommended." Unknown (NME)

"A real Spanish Lolita of a song that beats its eyelashes cruelly and then gallops over you. Boils over a bit, but when the ingredients settle down there's a decent Morrissey song waiting for its flavour to be drawn out. It's the usual Creation syndrome: a young man blabbing into his leather trousers. But the tears certainly bring the sheen up something lovely" Unknown (Record Mirror).