The opening
sounded epic and movie-soundtracky. At
first I thought Kate Bush’s voice was that of a pre-adolescent boy or perhaps a
castrato. But after the first song and a
half or so, the album seemed to progressively wax self-indulgent. I’m not opposed to self-indulgent music, but
this was a little too much for me. I can’t
in good conscious “like” it because I know I won’t listen to it again. Ironically, however, perhaps the single most indulgent
track (50 Words for Snow) on the album was in fact my favorite.
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