Diana Ross - Shockwaves (EMI)

It's rather difficult to imagine that some 20 years ago Diana Ross (with The Supremes) was making some of the most fearsomely dazzling ditties the world has ever cocked an ear to. Sadly, her recent stuff hasn't been much cop and while this does have a thumping beat, a saxophone solo and Di sounding like she's just run up two flights of stairs, it still sounds a bit jaded and will no doubt end up being used in a "wacky" TV commercial for the hair gel of the same name. Oh dear. (Lola Borg, Smash Hits, October 7, 1987)

Pet Shop Boys - Rent (Parlophone)

You can always rely on the Pet Shop Boys to write a good tune - even though half the time they (the tunes) vaguely sound as though they once belonged to someone else. This moody slice of tragi-disco with its swirly trumpets and ping-pong-y Kraftwerk type bits is possibly even more lump-in-throat making than the wondrous "It's A Sin". The LP version is possible more dark and brooding, and this has a weedy voice-over by Neil at the beginning, but this is more than made up for by a chorus of "I love you - you pay my rent". I still think they look a bit silly in all that squeaky rubber and leather they've been wearing lately but this is fabness itself. (Lola Borg, Smash Hits, October 7, 1987)

The Cure - Just Like Heaven (Polydor)

Yet another dollop of charmingly tinkly whimsy from Robert Smith, the man who has made a career out of distractedly singing like he's contemplating the cosmos, warbling and putting on his lipstick all at the same time. Like all Cure records it gently transports you away to a dream world where tooth fairies really do exist and lollipops grow on trees - and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. (Lola Borg, Smash Hits, October 7, 1987)

The Style Council - Wanted (Polydor)

Old floppy fringe is back! And he's obviously spent his time putting every other Style Council waxing into a giant computer, jumbled them all together, pressed the button and - voila! Out pops this carbon copy of their last x-million singles. There's a bit in the middle that could well be ancient soulsters The lsley Brothers and throughout it all Paul burbles on about how he only wants to be wanted. Well, here's my little bit of advice - if that's what you want then don't make any more snoozy records like this. And get your hair done, for goodness sake. (Lola Borg, Smash Hits, October 7, 1987)

Eighth Wonder - When The Phone Stops Ringing (CBS)

I can't believe that Eighth Wonder have had a number one in Italy. Are all Italians mad? Or are they just deaf? Anyway, singer Patsy Kensit warbles an instantly forgettable tune as though she's holding a lolly in one hand and her teddy in the other and there are yet more puff pastries "tra-la-laaing" in the background. And, why, you ask yourself, does she pretend she hangs out in downtown New York and use American slang like "Momma" when she really comes from Surrey? This girl's a bit of a fraud and no mistake. (Lola Borg, Smash Hits, October 7, 1987)

George Michael - Faith (Epic)

Gosh! This kicks off brilliantly in a Songs Of Praise kind of fashion with ominous swirling church organs giving the idea that George might be back to his brilliant best, but then - alas! - it plummets rapidly into a squiffy Country and Western style jaunt with jangly guitars by the dozen. And all the while there's Georgie rasping and wheezing, Bee Gees style, about sexy bodies and other pervy nonsense. I think George Michael has got far too smutty of late and I really don't like it one little bit. (Lola Borg, Smash Hits, October 7, 1987)

Pseudo Echo - Living In A Dream (RCA)

Who, of sane mind, could ever forgive Pseudo Echo for a) having such a stupid name, b) brutally murdering that wonderful Lipps Inc. classic "Funky Town" and c) being responsible for this mundane electro-drone about walls falling all over them(!)? Not me anyway. (Lola Borg, Smash Hits, October 7, 1987)

Black - Wonderful Life (A&M)

Aaaaaah (satisfied sigh). This is a wonderful record - sentimental without being slushy, and the most enjoyable song to whistle along to this fortnight. In fact Black have released quite a few wonderful records, it's just that until "Sweetest Smile", none of them were hits. This is a re-release of one of those earlier songs, and it's possibly even more poignant and swoonful than "Sweetest Smile" (though the one before that, the Bowie-esque "Everything's Coming Up Roses" was even better). It's heartening to see someone who a) isn't particularly handsome, b) has a spook-name (i.e. Colin Vearncombe), c) has no discernible "image" and d) writes slightly odd lyrics, get into the charts purely on the strength of their music, which in this case is very strong indeed. (Vici McDonald, Smash Hits, August 12, 1987)

Pet Shop Boys - What Have I Done To Deserve This? (Parlophone)

The brilliant thing about the Pet Shop Boys is that they get is everything right - memorable tunes, perfect production, intelligent lyrics, excellent sleeves, loads of style and a self-deprecating sense of humour - a very rare combination. So, having decided to do a duet with a soulful chicklet, they've naturally got the best - '60s songstress and living legend Dusty Springfield. Her voice is still as thrilling as it was in her "prime"; if there were any justice in the world, a mere trill of it would be enough to make the likes of Whitney Houston crawl into a hole and weep with shame. This isn't their absolutely best-ever song, though; that has to be "Paninaro", the most perfect synth-pop thing ever invented. (Vici McDonald, Smash Hits, August 12, 1987)

Thompson Twins - Hold Me Now (Arista)

Lacking the quirky ingenuity which the Quick Step album made their hallmark, this is, nevertheless, a real grower with Tom removing his goggles and coming on all dewy-eyed and sloppy. (Mark Steels, Smash Hits, November 10, 1983)

The Twins bounce back with something that is far more thoughtful than any of their recent disco fodder. "Hold Me Now" is a well-paced ballad with the accent on melody and hypnotic percussive effects rather than those automaton riffs. If Tom Bailey could sing with the same kind of convincing emotion that they conjure up in the tune the Twins might make a record that outlasts its chart life. (Max Bell, No 1, November 12, 1983)

It's certainly been an interesting exercise watching the ol' TTs, observing the transition from New Wave Hippies to colourful pop wonder-kids. Like many combos before them the accusation of selling out has been flung at them numerous times and it always makes me laugh when I hear that about anybody, as if the world really cares! Bailey's Gang are well and truly in the ring now, boxing clever and delivering some short sharp singles. For me however, they're covered in pretty emulsion and at the end of the 12 rounds, lose the match. (Gary Crowley, Record Mirror, November 12, 1983)

Conspiracy Theory: It's interesting that Smash Hits reviewed this one, the first single from the immense Into The Gap album. You would think that the Twins' bright, tuneful, garishly colourful image and sound would be tailor made for Smash Hits readers. Yet they suspiciously neglected to review "Lies", "Love On Your Side", "We Are Detective", and "Watching" - all four singles from the previous album Quick Step & Side Kick. They also 'forgot' to review "Sister of Mercy" in 1984, during the weeks when NO1 magazine was unpublished due to industrial action. In contrast Record Mirror reviewed all of them, and NO1 was equally supportive.

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)

Echo and the Bunnymen - Never Stop (Korova)

From the joyous, jagged intro to the juddering close, a hit and no mistake. With a bit of cello, heartfelt vocals, some disco percussion, a name-check for Russian writer Maxim Gorky and what sounds like someone tapping out a tune on the ribs of a skeleton, this is probably the best Bunnymen single ever. Easier to dance to than philosophize about, which is all well and good. Is this what Mac meant about them finding their "lighter side"? Whatever, sheer bliss. (Dave Rimmer, Smash Hits, July 7, 1983)

A more direct and, dare I say it, safer Bunnymen. They have established a bridgehead in the top 20, so one can forgive them for marking time. This record is distinguished by Mr McCulloch's strong vocal; some lovely keyboard work and absolutely no references to obscure novelists. (Jim Reid, Record Mirror, July 9, 1983)

No don't, Mac. The truest of all rock groups continue their tradition of great singles. 'Never Stop' grabs you by the throat and doesn't put you down until you're pulsing with the feverish energy that's in all their recordings. This is going to make Top Of The Pops well worth watching. What will Mac do this time-strip off totally or just smash up the studio altogether? Don't stop watching! (Paul Bursche, No 1, July 9, 1983)

George Michael - Father Figure (Epic)

'I will be your father figure, I have had enough of crying, I will be the one who loves you till the end of time. . .' Once again, George unveils a blinding talent for wonderful sentiment and swoony lovesome lyrics, all elegantly swathed in pristine "epic" production and the usual echoey voice-oice which trails-ails off almost every note-ote...It's in a similar "vein" (though not nearly as good) as "A Different Corner", it's perfect Radio Two fodder, and it will doubtless be a top ten hit. It is also hugely unexciting. (Sue Dando, Smash Hits, December 30, 1987)

Sade - Is It A Crime (Epic)

After the almost boppy "Sweetest Taboo", Sade returns to her more familiar moody style. "Is It A Crime" is stirring stuff. Previewed at Live Aid, it gives Sade's most mournful vocals a chance to shine, alongside some dramatic brass. The mellow format Ms Adu works in could become limiting, but right now she's got the market in late night listening cornered. This won't harm her bank balance either. (Karen Swayne, No 1, January 11, 1986)

Can hardly blame old "shimmering" Sade herself for this, but I can no longer hear one of her records without it conjuring up a ghastly visions of supposedly sophisticated wine bars, young executives with car stereos and trendy parents having dinner parties. This one, which seems to go on absolutely forever, is no exception. (Dave Rimmer, Smash Hits, January 15, 1986)

Arcadia - The Promise (EMI)

Despite exceedingly danceworthy rhythm guitar and extra vocal bits by Sting, this isn't as exciting as "Election Day" and can at first sound a little drab. But it grows on you, believe me. And grows and grows. P.S. There may be a 12", although we didn't get one. This 12" may contain the version with an utterly corking keyboard solo by Herbie Hancock. I hope it does. (Dave Rimmer, Smash Hits, January 15, 1986)

Come on, admit it. . . by the time you'd seen/heard "Election Day" for the tenth time on the video jukebox, you'd, begrudgingly at first, grown quite accustomed to the first and long-awaited sampler from the Taylor/Rhodes/Le Bon collective. Well, in that case, you'll be pleased to discover that "The Promise" goes one better. Maintaining a more pleasurably seductive mood throughout, Simon indulges in aesthetic extravagance and somehow manages to stifle the urge to wail with impromptu vigour. As expected, the goods are immaculately packaged - for maximum enjoyment on consumption. A promising endeavour! Duran Duran take heed. (Anna Martin, No 1, January 18, 1986)

Hot from the desert that is So Red The Nose, it starts with what sounds alarmingly like a Thin Lizzy riff. Simon groans manfully, the bass boings sleepily into action before our Si launches himself into vocals that are truly painful to hearken unto. A predictable review for a predictable record. This is obviously what Duran Duran do in their sleep, so I pity their good lady wives. (Nancy Culp, Record Mirror, January 18, 1986)

New Order - Blue Monday (Factory)

It had to happen. New Order have dumped moody, repetitive guitars in favour of moody, repetitive synths and a drum kit with a pronounced stutter. After the first twenty minutes or so, it starts to cause tense, nervous headache... (David Hepworth, Smash Hits, March 17, 1983)

Talk Talk - My Foolish Friend (EMI)

Oh, the pain of being a member of Talk Talk! The starched shirts, the meaningful expressions, the dry ice, the anguish, the adenoids, not to mention the snide reviews! (David Hepworth, Smash Hits, March 17, 1983)

The Style Council - Speak Like A Child (Polydor)

The world waits with bated breath. The pubs are emptied and the streets are deserted as people scurry home to see if Paul Weller's quarter of a million deal with Polydor has paid off. And yes, the voice of a nation is set to cut it again. What I like is the fact that the bitterness has gone - there was nothing worse than Weller launching his tirades against art and society. Weller relaxes and coughs up a rich little number with his big toe in the past and his eye well and truly on the future. Weller's new baby is bawling lustily. May it grow to be strong. (Robin Smith, Record Mirror, March 5, 1983)

Or "speak like a child", as Paul Weller's curious vocal dialect has it. His first post-Jam effort makes a refreshing change from the choppiness of songs like "Town Called Malice", coasting along on the back of Mick Talbot's soul organ and sounding like the work of a man getting back to his own element. (David Hepworth, Smash Hits, March 17, 1983)

Ultravox - Visions In Blue (Chrysalis)

I blew the dust off the stylus, changed the turntable speed and got the bloke in from next door to check my wiring. But no use. This still sounded awfully dirge-like. Mind you, that's what I said about "Ghosts" by Japan. (David Hepworth, Smash Hits, March 17, 1983)

Ah yes, I can see it all now. The train pulls into the station through billowing fog and a young girl looks over her shoulder as Midge Ure twitches his moustache. I've been unmercifully unkind to Ultravox in the past, but I always liked "Vienna" and this has the same ring of confidence and enterprising style. All is forgiven, this should be huge. (Robin Smith, Record Mirror, March 5, 1983)