Thursday 2 October 2014

What Kate did...

When I first clapped eyes on Kate Bush, I was thirteen and barely formed. I saw her - this wild, graceful, exquisite girl - on Top of the Pops, on the pages of Smash Hits and on her LP covers. And I listened to her. I ignored the critics who complained that she wailed, who compared her to a banshee. I knew better than that. She sang about Heathcliff and kites and periods and all manner of elemental things with a pure, otherworldly and totally unforgettable voice. And I recognised instinctively what she was saying. Her music, her words, her art spoke to me as a girl, as a teenager, as a twenty-something, as a thirty-something. 

Now, thirty-six years on and I perch on the edge of my seat at Hammersmith Apollo not quite believing my eyes. Her band starts up and she marches on, understated and barefoot, with her singers. It is clear that this is the KT Fellowship – and that includes the audience. She opens with pulsating, prophetic Lily and from the crowd breaks an astonishing wave of affection. We are ecstatic. The years collapse and the tears fall. I am thirteen years old again.

She performs a handful of hits including Joanni, Top of the City, Running Up That Hill and Hounds of Love until, being unconventional Kate, her raw and joyous King of the Mountain is interrupted by a sinister stage invasion: a tall wiry man whirling a bullroarer, scattering Kate and her band. He is the storm bringer. The set is changed, a tempest erupts and we realise something extraordinary is about to happen. The visual song-story of The Ninth Wave begins.

Kate reappears, singing the crystal-clear, mournful And Dream of Sheep wearing a life jacket, floating in a tank and projected against a desolate sea. I am immersed, overwhelmed, in her sound-scape as the tragic drowning unfolds. The stage is colonised by her Fish People, mime artists and actors, pulling us through the story with movement and subtleties that challenge me to keep up. The lights, the effects and the sound are astounding - designed to enthrall us and wrestle our emotions. Kate's voice is rich, soft and angry, yearning and mellifluous as she takes us down through Watching You Without Me to Jig of Life, and from Hello Earth to the terrifying sinking depths of the inevitable. And suddenly, The Morning Fog breaks amid a sunrise as band and performers assemble around her to lift us with the melodious promise of an awakening, a re-birth. We need the interval to recover. 

She greets us in the second half with Aerial's A Sky of Honey, painting the picture of a summer's day with vision and sound, from dawn and daybreak, through a perfect afternoon to dusk when a huge tawny moon – this interlude sung by her son Albert – rises in darkness under a sky of diamonds. I sit dumbfounded, my mouth open. The stage becomes a metaphor for the whole earth as she celebrates the power of nature, of sunlight, sea, sky and birdsong. She takes us to a garden under water, linking us briefly back to The Ninth Wave, and then to soar through the sky, rising with endless flocks of birds. We hear church bells. We revel with her in the seemingly benign pastoral scene. And then as the pageant reaches its crescendo, I realise the true meaning of Aerial – there’s something dark, something primeval and rather sinister. We see chaos and possession and nature turning on us, violently. Then finally, Kate breaks free. She flies.

She finishes with an encore of Among Angels – during which I could have heard a pin drop - and the radiant Cloudbusting. I leave the auditorium stunned, weeping, speechless. Kate Bush's talent and art is so innate and unique, generous and encompassing that to attempt to describe it further will break its spell, make it lose its potency. It's not just about the music.

Outside, on the billboard of Hammersmith Apollo, the sign simply says 'KT Fellowship presents Before the Dawn'. Kate Bush has absolutely no need to have her name up in lights. 


Dominic Toller said...

Hi Catherine

Just stumbled across your EXCELLENTLY review and happen to recognise your name also:-)

I share many of your reflections of the show, not least sitting there at times absolutely 'dumbstruck' (I could also pretend I didn't cry just a little during 'Hello Earth' lol.) I've been to many, many gigs & concerts over the years but have never have I witnessed an audience moved in such an emotional way!

Finally, if there was a publication just of many of the WRITTEN REVIEWS of BTD then - as crazy as it sounds - I'd happily buy it (and trust that yours was included likewise :-))


Dominic Toller said...

Oops, excuse numerous typos in my last post :-S

Catherine Law said...

Hi Dom, Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this. You are so right about the audience being moved emotionally. The concert was a once-in-a-lifetime event and is something I will never forget.