Sarah 623

Sarah 623:
The Decline And Fall Of Heavenly

01: Me And My Madness
02: Modestic
03: Skipjack
04: Itchy Chin
05: Sacramento
06: Three Star Compartment
07: Sperm Meets Egg, So What?
08: She And Me

The torch Heavenly still hold for that jangly C86 sound is looking distinctly dim in 1994. What began as a laudable contempt for faddish poses is starting to resemble an unhealthy reluctance to grow up.

'Sacremento' is a freewheeling instrumental in 'Time Is Tight' vein, and at least 'Skipjack' and the chirpy 'Sperm Meets Egg, So What?' show that Amelia Fletcher now sees there are more to relationships than giddy schoolgirl crushes - but these are hardly bold steps forward. (6)

Stephen Dalton, New Musical Express, 22nd October 1994.

Why is it that fey indie rockers never grow up? Yeah, Amelia Fletcher, I mean you. Thundering towards her thirties, Amelia's still dressing like a slightly retarded Sixties toddler. And the rest of heavenly are just as bad, posing coyly on the sleeve with pussycats and crap toys, with nary a whiff of irony.

Of all the bands with kindergarten names and naff songs about lemonade, one band stood head and shoulders above all the others in their unrelenting quest to musically document all that is twee. It was Amelia's old band, Talulah Gosh, and some eight years later her music is still chained to the same bowl of brightly coloured vomit.

"The Decline And Fall Of..." is Heavenly's degeneration into the first Cutie MOR band. It had to happen. The only halfway redeeming quality in Talulah Gosh and the earliest incarnation of Heavenly was a whoosing enthusiasm that was, um, well, kinda infectious. But that enthusiasm has disappeared, leaving excrutiatingly twiddy guitars and the dreaded dynamics of the slow bit / quick bit. The slow bits feature badly out-of-time percussion and Amelia lisping her angst for all the world, as if Anne from The Famous Five had reached some kind of dysfunctional puberty. The quick bits also feature some out-of-time percussion and Amelia and the equally Byronesque other singer trying to out-falsetto each other in shrill vocal cut and parries about nasty boys that shag 'em and dump 'em. So no change there, either. Quelle surprise

Three words: DIE, HEAVENLY, DIE. Like, now.

Sarra Manning, Melody Maker, 10th December 1994.

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