Progressive rock surely wasn't concieved with sensuality and sex appeal in mind; nor with pure pop hooks. Then again, Kate Bush never was one to follow expectations. After all, after The Dreaming - the only Bush record that really does justify all the 'wierd bitch' jibes - how many people expected her to return with her most accessable, melodic, flat-out-amazing record yet? Bookended with her two greatest love songs (both of which approach love from entirely different angles, I might add), Hounds of Love is front-loaded with some of the 80s' most literate and enduring hits, only to segue into an alternately scary and beautiful song cycle about a girl drowning to death. This is Kate Bush at her most inspired and inspiring, as the record's recent acclaim from everyone from The Futureheads to Outkast should tell you.
Fantastic album. My Kate Bush obsession started out as an ongoing confusion regarding Wuthering Heights, and her dancing in the film clip. I thought, "someone with that level of crazy in their film clips has gotta be covering up some fault." How wrong I was. This album is all that is good about experimentation. From pop ballads to avant-garde, this album has it all, but tastefully balanced so that it works well as a whole.
Kate's baby-like, heavenly voice always gets me in the mood to party, and so does this
album. Every song here is either a. quirky yet fun, or b. brilliantly emotional and
tearjearking. This is such a good album and her best album for my sake