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belonged  nowhere.  She  smiled  at  Terry  Wogan  while shifting
buckets full of compact  discs  to  the  Strait  generation.  She
dispensed  with the walking-stick guitar solo and the comfortably
melodious fretless basses and began  using  odd  combinations  of
samples,  sirens,  bodhrans  and  banjos.  Listen  to last year's
'Hounds of Love' LP. There are three tracks from  it  here.  Kate
Bush was and is a law unto herself.

And the voice just gets bigger  and  darker,  climbing  from  the
floor  to the ceiling in the space of a line. 'Wuthering Heights'
has a re-recorded vocal which is almost evil  in  its  intensity.
The single 'Experiment IV' is also included, proving that Kate is
still missing the vital enzymes which help make you  as  sane  as
Mark Smith.

'The Whole Story' is big, black subversive pop, more  useful  and
more enjoyable than the constipated jangling of a hundred and one
little lads with big mouths and even bigger  clothes  allowances.
Such people are not worth a carrot. Meat or no meat, Kate Bush is
streets ahead.
                                                    John McCready

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