Artist: Kate Bush
Album: Aerial
Label: Columbia
Kate Bush returns following a twelve-year absence and presents her
audience with a double disc opus. Aerial is the fruit of her work
piecemealed together over several years. Something must be said for Bush’s
fans as they have been voraciously, yet patiently, waiting for over a
decade. The good news is that Kate’s well-known attention to detail has
paid off big time. Aerial surely ranks as one her best pieces of work,
almost as sensational as The Hounds of Love or The Sensual World. The two
discs of Aerial are similar to 1985’s Hounds in that the latter half
contains a separate conceptual suite. Disc one, entitled A Sea Of Honey is
a beautifully constructed pop album opening with "King of the
Mountain" which questions the pale existence of a recluse Elvis
living a Wagnerian lifestyle. The song pokes fun at the still ubiquitous
shadow of the king’s influence over popular culture. Bush tackles an
almost humorous impersonation of the spangled idol in the refrain which
sets the idiosyncratic tone for A Sea of Honey. This idiosyncratic opener
is just the beginning. Indeed, these quirky artistic gestures are what
make Kate a truly compelling and original artist for our time. Anyone else
attempting the same would be an ephemeron by comparison. "Pi",
the next track, is hushed lightly strummed guitars amid a soft staccato
electric Hammond organ sound that wrap around Kate’s voice as she sings
the first twenty plus numbers of the mathematical equation. This linear
numerical singing has never sounded so sensuous, nor so delicately clever.
A Sea of Honey also casts a domesticism that weaves in and around the
songs and sounds that harkens back to 1989’s The Sensual World. "Bertie"
a folk tinged ode to her son and "Joanni" bring the audience
into Kate’s more internal world. "How to Disappear" possibly
plays on her retreat from the public eye. Yet, this influence does not bog
down the music nor the creativity one expects from a Kate Bush record. The
crowning moment of A Sea of Honey is "Mrs. Bartolizzi" in which
the narrator recalls a memory of lost love while watching her clothes
twist in the washing machine and the clothes undulate outside on the line.
She looks for her love outside but he vanishes. As he disappears she
plaintively continues with her wash. The subtle sexuality soothes and
entices the listener. This evocation of memories and sensations through
everyday chores captures the authentic charm of Kate Bush.
A Sky of Honey is the title of the second disc which is a conceptual
and mostly orchestrated piece which takes the listener from midday to
night and through to sunrise. Fortunately, this bears no similarity to The
Moody Blues’s pastoral psychedelia of Days of Future Past. The suite
utilizes samples of blackbirds, owls and other feathered friends to
connect songs. In several cases, Bush sings atop of the birdcalls or uses
their song as part of her melodies. "Prologue" showcases slow
impressionistic piano chords whose restrained state creates a deliberate
hushed delicate nature to Kate’s voice and lyrics which are a dedication
to romance. The gentle intermittent ascending rolls of the piano act as a
staircase to the panoramic view of her afternoon. Each song transitions
exquisitely into the next. "An Architect’s Dream" is a
delicately and somber affair which is overshadowed by "Sunset"
with its spirited flamenco flourishes cascading over the listener,
invoking the descending sun and heralding the night.
Without a doubt the last three songs of A Sky of Honey are a tour de
force of artistry akin to album closers such as Joni Mitchell’s Blue and
Van Morrison’s Into the Music. The muscular and growing intensity of
"Nocturn" with its acoustic strumming and gallant choruses comes
to a dead halt. The final song and title track contain the album’s
biggest surprise. The new day begins not with a rural whisper or gentle
ode, but an invigorating blast of crunching guitars as the singer
declares, "I’m gonna go up the roof..." repeating mantra like,
inspiring and enlightening the listener. This oscine suite is almost more
than one could have asked for from Kate Bush. The listener can only hope
that she doesn’t take another twelve years to create more magic such as
Aerial.