Prinz (12/93) is worse than NME...

[uli@zoodle.RoBIN.de (Ulrich Grepel)]

The German magazine Prinz has a 'review' of The Red Shoes in its December issue.

Are they competing with NME for the most abusive review?

Bye,

Uli

P.S.: the headlines before each paragraph are the sideways headlines of a
table with more reviews.
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Prinz Dezember 1993, Seite 60:

Prinz-Plattentest
hier tagt das oberste Musikgericht am Hofe des PRINZ

Kate Bush
"The Red Shoes"
(EMI)

Der Kuenstler:
Tante Kaethe, die liebenswerte englische Waldfee, gehoert seit mehr als 15 Jahren
zu den kleinen Heimlichkeiten ewig pubertierender Maenner. Dass auch Frauen
unwuerdig altern koennen, haette sie jetzt eigentlich nicht beweisen muessen.

Die Musik:
Keine Gnade: Mit Hilfe von Fascho-Freund Clapton, Jeff Beck, Prince und Nigel
Kennedy hat Kate ihren fragilen 80er-Pomp ueber jegliches Mass hinaus erweitert,
wollte alles und bekam nichts.

Die Botschaft:
Gepriesen sei, wer aus dem mystisch-irrealen Love-&-Pathos-Wust etwas
herausziehen kann. Kate erkennt: "This sense of humour of mine isn't funny at
all."

Gebrauchsanweisung:
Immerhin: "The Red Shoes" koennte Menschen die korrekte Richtung weisen - zum
Underground.

Hit oder Niete?
Pfundweise Geld. Schliesslich bestehen die Charts fast ausschliesslich aus
aehnlich penetranter Musik.

Genuss oder Qual?
Wenn's denn Kate sein soll, dann lieber die alten Platten.

2/5, Holger in't Veld
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Prinz December 1993, page 60:

Prinz record review
here the highest music court [the one with judges] at the court [the one with
kings] of PRINZ is in session


Kate Bush
"The Red Shoes"
(EMI)

The artist:
Aunt Kaethe [very old fashioned German version of Cathy], the lovely English
forest fairy belongs to the small secrets of endlessly pubescend men since more
than 15 years. She didn't really have to prove now that also women can get old
without dignity.

The music:
No mercy: with help from fasco-friend Clapton, Jeff Beck, Prince and Nigel
Kennedy Kate has expanded her fragile 80s pomp beyond every mesure, wanted all
and got nothing.

The message:
Prised be those who can extract something from the mystic-irreal love & pathos
jumble. Kate recognizes: "This sense of humour of mine isn't funny at all."

Instructions for use:
At least: "The Red Shoes" might show people the correct direction - to the
underground.

Hit or blank?
Money by the pound. After all the charts almost exclusively consist of similarly
penetrant music.

Pleasure or pain?
If it has to be Kate, then preferably the old albums.

2/5, Holger in't Veld