Ladyhawke’s louche synthetic pop is brazenly Bananarama, ridiculously ‘Rio’, and wonderfully Waterman, but the lack of posing – her sheer scruffiness – makes it the first credible ’80s pop record since ABC’s ‘The Lexicon Of Love’
New Zealand multi-instrumentalist Pip Brown a/k/a Ladyhawke presents us with a treasure trove of found blips, as if the 1980s had been nothing but a gigantic mirror ball to smash and paste back together.
Rotating guest producers help enhance her arrangements, and when she nails one, you'll revisit it. Other tracks, though, have a tiresome, hook-by-committee vibe that's entirely disposable. [Winter 2009, p.78]