It’s hardly Carolyn’s fault that Robinson opted to give the song another go after two more years of polishing, with two more years of experience, and that the singer he chose went on to become one of the label’s most beloved and skilful interpreters. It’s just bad luck, I suppose. (4)
This is pleasant enough, and it’s nicely done, but it isn’t really the farewell Carolyn’s Motown career deserved. (5)
I can’t get away from the feeling that this is the work of an immature songwriter. I’ll Come Running has run out of ideas after half a minute, but keeps on ploughing the same determined furrow for another two regardless. (3)
Enough to suggest Carolyn could have been a major talent. Even if that’s a stretch, it’s certainly plausible she might have become another Brenda Holloway, Barbara McNair – or Tammi Terrell. In the absence of that alternate-universe career, this will have to do, and it’s not half bad. (7)
Not for the first time, Motown seem to have chosen the wrong side of a single to plug: an excellent record through and through. (8)
The record goes absolutely nowhere, but there’s plenty of fun to be had on the journey anyway; definitely a case of “one to watch”. (6)
Motown Junkies 