Capsule review: Kate Bush - Aerial (2005)

A sky and a sea of honey - she knows she risks drowning in syrup. A sea of honey runs the training wheel of British art-rock tropes, unimpressively. (Elvis lives! Numbers! Household appliances are sexy! I want to disappear!) A sky of honey is rarefied. A musical version of To The Lighthouse, except no conflict or tension, just staring at a painting in the rain. Quite wonderful.
Household appliances still not sexy anywhere but Great Britain.

Capsule review: Kate Bush - The kick inside (1978)

Thrillingly strange. It's amazing to think David Gilmour had a (small) hand in a record this good. It's Kate's show though, weird helium-pitched child priestess of some pagan English cult. She reached her summit right at the start.

Capsule review: Kate Bush - Hounds of love (1985)

A peculiar kind of British dandyism. Lord, will someone take this burden from me.

Capsule review: Kate Bush - The dreaming (1982)

One -the best one- in a line of highbrow, well meaning '80s popstars (Peter Gabriel, Sting) whose work regrettably has come back into favour.
There is a thin line between pop and three act theater on The Dreaming. Makes me fidget uncomfortably in my upholstered seat.
Ms. Bush, please put the Fairlight back in storage, crank up the ole 88 and give us some rock'n'roll.