Kate Bush, The Dreaming (1982)
With the news that Kate Bush is going to perform her first tour in 35 years I went straight to this album. Why this one? Well why not? Grab the first Kate Bush album you find and chances are you’re going to be pretty happy, right? Yes, it’s likely that Hounds of Love is the best or as close as any one album could be to the best but I like to think of The Dreaming as the end of a phenomenal hit-the-ground-running blaze, four albums in as many years, only just out of her teens and into early twenties. We’ve never seen anything quite like that – and never will again. In the sense that the music bursts and bounds with pop enthusiasm and art ideas – the perfect mix, somehow. And then, because of that, it’s music with a timelessness, with secrets still. You hold these albums up to the mirror, grow with them, return to them and wonder – still – at what you’re finding, at how it got there. I’m never far from any of my Kate Bush records – I own the lot. But today this was the one that I grabbed. And as always it’s more a case of it grabbing me. Instantly. And every time. Oh, to be in London later this year. Oh to have a ticket! Oh Kate – your music is extraordinary. It’s never ever let me down. I can’t imagine it ever will.
Sample Track: Sat In Your Lap
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