While many artists should leave twelve-year gaps between albums, Kate Bush isn’t one of them. Aerial, her first release since 1993’s The Red Shoes, is worth the wait, though. Split into two CDs, the first is entitled “A Sea of Honey,” largely a quiet study of domesticity populated by her son, mathematicians, Elvis, and even laundry on the erotically charged “Mrs. Bartolozzi” (My blouse wrapping itself around your trousers/My skirt floating up around my waist/Washing machine/Washing machine). On the second CD, conceptual suite “A Sky of Honey,” nothing happens except the passing of another day traced through birdsong, actually morphing Bush’s ethereal voice with field recordings. Of the two, “Sky” deserves the most reflection, its atmospheric soundscape offering a psychological depth “Sea” requires words to achieve.
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