Wednesday, August 29, 2007  10:00 pm 

Spritual BoomBoom Abyss

If Kate Bush was our eccentric Aunt we would visit her all the time.

Pulling up to her mansion amongst the misty hills of Dartmoor, we hop off the step of the horse-drawn carriage and run slow motion past the vine-covered columns lining the grand entrance. As we burst through the giant oak double doors some of the centuries-old black paint peels off and wafts of dust fills our lungs, but its scent is sweetly floral so no cough-coughs. Wisps of sighs and shards of witchy cackling echo around the empty hallways as we desperately search for our crazed relative. We come to the study and there she is perched on a stool, wearing a sequined albatross suit. She plucks away at the keys of a grand piano while spectral disembodied faces suspended in the air around her call for something to awaken. She notices us, sticks her tongue out violently and flaps her fake wings. That’s when the terror begins. As the sounds in the house shudder and reverb all the glass is crumpling and exploding, the mortar from the ceiling falling like snow, cracks snake up the walls like tree roots, red and white strobes flash and we are once again running in slow motion as our maniacal Auntie Bush flies after us, screaming in tongues with whited-out eyes.

Kate Bush - Waking The Witch

Its ok though, she was only playing. We are quite used to it by now, so once she has stopped the horror we are back in the study and she is sat once again at the piano with more macabre stories to tell.

Kate Bush - Stranded At The Moonbase (Phoenix Demo)

She tells us of the time when she died on the Moon. The air was running out fast and our Aunt was feeling woozy, hallucinating deathly white doves floating down to her as the life drained from her body. The gates of Heaven creaked open to receive her but she was kept waiting. We aren’t too sure how she got out of that one, but we are guessing that’s a story for another day.

Another group of nite-dwelling cosmonauts who understand the power of Kate Bush is our faves Chromatics. They have sculpted a neat cover version of ‘Running Up That Hill’ out of the icy sighs of vocalist Ruth, and performed it in silhouette on a backdrop of a rain soaked English countryside.

Chromatics- Running Up That Hill

This is just a demo for possible album inclusion, but the celestial lights are on full blast. The Italian horror strings are transported from the ghostly beginning of previous single ‘Nite’ but are now incorporated into rhythmic marching doll percussion. Ruth takes the form of a white witch projected across the skies as her echoing vocals soar into the stratoshere. The synthesizer blasts stride through the hills like the chrome tripods from War Of The Worlds and the propulsive beat actually manages to turn ‘Running Up That Hill’ into a danceparty closer at the end of the nite.

In short it just basically RULES and also gives us the fiendish idea of what it might sound like if Kate Bush made an album with Johnny Jewel…

Check the band’s MySpace page for ‘Mask’ too.

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