Reception
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| Allmusic | |
| Robert Christgau | B+ |
On its release in June 1972, #1 Record immediately received widespread acclaim, and continued to do so for six months, although an inability by Stax Records to make the album available in stores meant it sold fewer than 10,000 copies. Record World called it "one of the best albums of the year", and Billboard commented, "Every cut could be a single". In a lengthy and positive review, Rolling Stone critic Bud Scoppa felt that while the music wasn't new, using "well-defined forms" such as those explored by the Byrds, Moby Grape, and had a Beatles influence, it was "exceptionally good", and compared well with those producing similar music such as Badfinger, the Raspberries and Todd Rundgren. Cashbox described it as one where "everything falls together as a total sound" and one which "should go to the top". The River City Review's reaction to the album was to state that "Big Star will be around for many moons".
An amusing bit of trivia on how poor Stax marketed the band is that some copies of the single "Watch The Sunrise" b/w "Don't Lie to Me" played "Thirteen" instead of "Watch The Sunrise", even though the label said "Watch The Sunrise".
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