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Ultramarine: Heaven, London

Andrew Smith, Melody Maker, 22 January 1994

THE CHAP next to me looks as though he's trying to squeeze the juice from a lemon using only his buttocks. This is a sight you don't often see at Heaven; a crowd standing stock still, not even swaying, just staring at the stage with these strangely troubled expressions on their faces.

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