Fellow Hoodlums Review Vox July  1991

After the merciless, unabashed global-stadium drive of When The World Knows Your Name, with Fellow Hoodlums we find Deacon Blue firmly back on home turf. Nowhere on this third album will you find tracks with the acreage of 'Fergus Sings The Blues', nowhere a single with 'Real Gone Kid's' instant knack of tramping across European Top 40s and in few places are proceedings as full of themselves and their own importance as previous offerings. Fellow Hoodlums is the Sound of Re-evaluation. 'ln Your Swaying Arms', a remarkably (foolishly?) gradual first single, will win the favour of pop kids only incrementally.

The closest we get to the FM cruisers of yore is the thumping 'The Day That Jackie Jumped The Jail' or the fiddle- ing 'Twist And Shout'. The production is husky, deliberately avoiding clarity and precision. This, coupled with lyrics chock full of references to dear old Glasgow, will do Deacon Blue no favours when it comes to packing an arena in downtown Barcelona. But for the rest of us, Hoodlums will do nicely, thank you. (9) Craig McLean