Sade: Heaven, London
Graham K. Smith, Record Mirror, 10 March 1984
A COUPLE of years back, in a dingy West London jazz-funk room, the seeds of this review were sown. The event was the debut appearance of a band called Pride, a down-dressing collective who'd shed their mock Latin guise (dubbed Ariva) for a funkier, jazzier, street-poundin' approach. In their ranks was a girl — dark and nervous, gorgeous and gauche, hesitant on the microphone, a beguiling beginner.
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