By far Bush's darkest AND most eccentric hour. Percussive, dense and lush, not a musical genre is left untouched as a corcucopia of weird musical instraments seam in perfectly with early Fairlight sampling technology. Bush whispers, moans, and screams throughought ten tracks that deal with personal failings and humanity's capacity for wrongdoing. What should be a very weird and unsettling album is smoothed out by immaculate production, rendering it instead an extremely quirkly yet oddly listenable experience. It seems likely that the production airbrushes somewhat over the impact the album is trying to evoke, maybe the only thing that keeps 'The Dreaming' from being a perfect article of pure genius.
Best Tracks: There Goes a Tenner, Night Of The Swallow, Get Out Of My House.