review from NME, 5/7/97
Why do people making anything approaching dance music feel obliged to clutter up any song they write with several hundred-weight of bleepy squiggles, clumsy breakbeats and kitchen-sink arrangements? Dubstar's songs are usually strong enough to overcome all that, but here Spanish guitar, keyboard tinglings and squiggly echoes nevertheless make a fairly brave attempt to submerge the heart-stroking chord changes and shimmeringly maudlin tune.
And yet, there was always something of a gritty-northern-film glamour puss about Sarah Blackwood's sad-eyed demeanour and tired-of-crying voice which makes Dubstar more affecting than the cream-puff synth pop they're often dismissed as, and that's what saves us on 'No More Talk'.
Far more moving, however, in a knife-in-the-guts realism kind of way, is the second track, 'Unchained Monologue'. It's bitterly cynical stuff, a fine list song of dishonesty and paranoia delivered in a perfectly dull Yorkshire girl brogue that pretty much translates every tired lie about dying relationships into mundane, tragic truth. And there's only a strange musical-box muzak tune behind it to spoil the effect.