This is my favourite review I ever received…

The Legend!
Room At The Top, London
The Legend! kept watching the clock. Five minutes passed, then 10: “We never play more than 20.” Looking embarrassed and self-conscious on stage he apologises: “I’m sorry it’s not wacky but when I get a guitar in my hands I get all serious.” You probably never guessed that the only exclamation mark would be on the back of Simon’s guitar; comprehended the dual identity, the insecurity beneath the popular exterior: key words and phrases that lurk beneath the surface: loneliness, unhappiness, now lay naked.
Sad songs and in this case their titles say enough: ‘The Price Of Friendship’, ‘Fixed Grin’, (no) ‘Room At The Top’. The music reflects the state of mind, merely a vehicle for the lyrics; shambolic anger and confused emotions, fluctuating pulse and tearing heart-strings.
The fans? They wanted to be entertained by an ever-smiling man who with limitless, boisterous enthusiasm has launched a thousand groups and ‘zines. The Legend! The story of an unhappy clown, created by his boyish, unaffected love for music. Cuddle and protect him - He’s vulnerable.
Helen Mead, NME, 1986

Although I did always like John Robb’s description in Rox of The Legend! being “a choirboy lost in a field of out-of-tune guitars”, and the Sounds line, “Like listening to someone dying”.