"A compendiously thorough John's Children compilation? About bloody time ... With their spotty discography, lazy penchant for blatantly pilfering other people's material and a damaging reputation as barely competent, sensationalist, controversy-courting chancers, the band have rarely been taken seriously for anything other than briefly providing a home for the fledgling Marc Bolan and his tranche of inimitable songs. Round here, though, we love them for gamely ticking so many cool boxes en route to oblivion: swaggering, pop-art freakbeat ... cheapskate, have-a-go pop-psych (Remember Thomas À Becket, Smashed! Blocked!) and delinquent, hod-carrying proto-glam (Just What You Want - Just What You'll Get, Not The Sort Of Girl You Take To Bed). Let Me Know even prefigures Should I Stay Or Should I Go"