First Hit #1: June 22, 1985
I don’t think it’s possible to be Canadian and still like Bryan Adams. He was popular worldwide, which meant that radio stations could play his songs and it wouldn’t be dorky CanCon nobody else cared about. So, they played his music a lot, and my fingers involuntary move to the stereo power button whenever I hear his scratchy, strained voice going on about screwing. To me, he represents the worst of middle of the road radio, and I know that is partially due to having his music slammed into my ears daily growing up.
Heaven itself is neither terrible or revelatory, just another scratchy ballad about screwing. Adams liked to toy with levels of obviousness when he did this, and Heaven isn’t really terribly obscured. Two people are in bed together and it’s great. It might be post coital, since it’s somewhat relaxed, but it knows what it is and has no intention of hiding it. Much as I might dislike Adams and his music, he always knew exactly what he wanted to accomplish.