The Kick Inside – Kate Bush

Earlier today I caught my daughter and her friend laughing at the Wuthering Heights video from Top of the Pops. I think it is time for her to be sent to a Stalinist re-education camp, back to back listening of Aerial and 50 Words for Snow, that’ll set them right. To be fair though Katy was pretty out there as a performer, she never held anything back. Well after berating my daughter and friend for their cultural sensitivities I decided to give this album a listen.
I still love this album, unbelievable to think she was 16 when she wrote most of these songs. The best song on the album though is The Man with the Child in His Eyes, I still think the title sounds like bad Mills and Boon, but it is still wonderful. It might be barmy, but Wuthering Heights is still an amazing song, it’s Prog Soul.
Hidden gem; Moving

Aerial – Kate Bush

Warning, this entry contains considered and literate music journalism, and not the usual half-baked stuff I generally peddle. You have to be serious when you talk about our Kate, one of this country’s few musical genii (eh?). How many artists could make an album of this beauty after a 12 year break from music? Well here is my answer, one.
I love Bertie, a wonderful ode to her son and sounding like it could have come straight out of Piae Cantiones (Google it, rock kids), Mrs. Bartolozzi (Who would have thought a song about housework could sound so amazing) and Joanni. For me the heart of the first disc though is the haunting simplicity of A Coral Room. I listened to this tonight, alone in my music room/man cave, and I had goosebumps for the whole 6 minutes.
Disc 2 is the real treat, an absolutely incredible piece of music. How do you describe music of this beauty with only words, it transcends them? So, I thought a piece of music so in tune with the natural world needs a big room, so I listened to disc 2 while walking through our local woodland. It did sound amazing and fitted perfectly with my surroundings, although, I guess Kate wasn’t thinking about discarded cigarette packets and empty larger cans when she was constructing her sound poem of pastoral England.
Micro review; I have never heard this much birdsong since I played my RSPB British Bird Sounds album.