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King Trigger / The Go-Betweens
— University of London, 2 July 1982

David Dorrell — New Musical Express

OK Corral time stampeded its way into London, guns ablaze and hats cocked. The get your gun fever was here and stetsons bobbed in the saloon waiting for the big shoot out. Acting deputies the Go-Betweens took the stage in a threatening mood – intent on getting down under our skins and injecting some of that Australian red eye into our veins. Well that was the plan anyhow – the best laid plans of mice and men (and Sheilas ...)

The Go-Betweens seem to sweat for your despair – break backs for your depression – all down beat and low key – never open, never unlocking the heart. Three-piece bands work hard and fall hard – though in the case of the GB’s who keep tight – they never climbed high enough to fall. The moaning Hades-bound sound was like a bum version of Echo’s Disease – there was no soaring disquiet, no spirit lifting heart cry. The drums drove a tense but never tension mounting set into the barbiturate coma – pity searching but wallowing in its own grave thoughts; so dark that it was impossible to glean even a sinew of hope from the doom-laden corpse.