Critical Reception
| Professional ratings | |
|---|---|
| Review scores | |
| Source | Rating |
| Allmusic | |
| The Rolling Stone Album Guide (1992 Edition) | |
| The Spokesman-Review (USA) | |
Stephen Thomas Erlewine of Allmusic wrote "By the time the Thompson Twins recorded Close to the Bone they had abandoned new wave synth-pop for light funk-inflected dance-pop. Most of Close to the Bone is too sterile and predictable to be truly enjoyable, yet there are a handful of tracks that serve as a reminder that the group can turn out well-constructed and catchy pop songs when they choose."
In a mid-April 1987 review of the album, The Spokesman-Review gave the album two out of four stars, equaling a "fair" rating, whilst stating "Producer Rupert Hine has turned "Close to the Bone" into the slickest Thompson Twins album ever, and group members Tom Bailey and Alannah Currie have responded with their most facile songwriting. This means that the music is often catchy but rarely substantial."
In the July 1987 article by The Deseret News, the article had spoke of public reception of the album, stating "Neither the album nor the tour is selling as well as in the last time around. Some local record store employees say customers have termed the album as too "pop," without the variety of the last two albums, "Into the Gap," or "Here's to Future Days".
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