Regardless of what anyone thinks about Spandau Ballet's "True" album, it seemed to kick off a small wave of Scottish blue-eyed soul - yet Spandau weren't Scottish... go figure. Not quite sophisipop, and most of the time not quite right, its brief existence yielded a few good moments from the funky Hipsway, the even funkier Love And Money, and the glacially mannered "Feels Like Heaven" by Fiction Factory. Lyrically at odds with its title, "Feels Like Heaven" lists a series of relationship atrocities recognizable to anyone who has stuck around long enough to experience the dark side of familiarity. Or, is it just a list of gripes from a guy close to death and, if so, does thst make it the perfect Goth break-up song? Then again, maybe the heaven to which he is referring is simply a life alone.
I've been wondering for twenty-four years now, still unsure of what he's on about, yet somehow recognizing a kindred spirit. And like Spandau's "True", I'm aware of its shortcomings but I love it for what it is. Whatever that is.
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