(for the album that grew on you)

Kate Bush - Aerial

When I first heard the single King of the Mountain, I was fairly underwhelmed, and assumed the rest of the album would be much the same.

After the first listen through of the whole thing, I thought she’d gone mad, or at very least continued to feed the madness of the early years. It was kooky, strange, screechy in bits, odd prog-rock opera in others, and it had Rolf Harris doing a guest appearance. There was a song about a washing machine, and one about Pi, in which she sang all the numbers, in order. I thought it was a bit too concept for me, and didn’t think much more about it.

And yet, I somehow wound up listening to it again and again and again and with each listening, grew to appreciate it more and more. A real grower, this one. Yes, she’s still bonkers, but it’s a good album, nevertheless.