I should admit that when I was younger Hounds of Love and The Kick Inside were just two of the “weird” records my dad would blast inappropriately early on Sunday mornings (i.e. IRRITATING). But to me Kate Bush looked liked Francesca Lia Block and considering my love for Weetzie Bat (and all things Brontë) – I started to listen.
Wuthering Heights really suckered me in – appealing to everything that mattered to my preteen heart. Romantic British literary lyrics? Strange voice I could confidently mimic? Wild and windy moors? Weird dancing outside? Spooky white dresses and cartwheels? Two official music videos of epic proportions?!
So thanks dad – I probably should give Eivør Palsdottir another chance. HBD and XO.