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Radio stations have a habit of changing musical history.
John Peel practically willed The Undertones into existence when he played ‘Teenage Kicks’ twice in a row and declared it his favourite song ever, while American college radio turned Nirvana’s Bleach into a cult favourite before Nevermind was but a twinkle in Cobain’s eye. And without one Los Angeles station giving Bush a chance, they might still be a footnote in the Britpop era’s blind spot.
Bush couldn’t have picked a worse moment to try to rush the gates. Kurt Cobain’s death in April 1994 sent shockwaves through the entire alternative scene, with their MTV Unplugged performance becoming his epitaph. Soundgarden’s Superunknown debuted at number one, Pearl Jam was at war with Ticketmaster, and the marketplace was strange, volatile, and grief-stricken. Into this mess walked a London band who sounded American, looked like models, and had a frontman the British press had already decided they didn’t like.
As the early ’90s boom began to buckle under its own weight, Britain was already looking for a new musical messian to follow, and Liam Gallagher, Definitely Maybe in hand, was beginning to look a lot like their own personal Jesus.
Britpop gathered momentum around Oasis, Blur and Pulp began sharpening their kitchen-sink sound, and the press had little patience for anything with even a whiff of Seattle about it. Bush found themselves caught in the crossfire: too heavy and too American for the Britpop crowd, and too obviously English (and late to the party) for the grunge purists.
Still, Bush pushed ahead, holing up at Westside Studios in early 1994 to make their debut, Sixteen Stone. Keen to rein in the Americanisms they knew would be used against them, they brought in Clive Langer and Alan Winstanley, two producers synonymous with sharp, quintessentially British pop. Between them, they had worked with British heavyweights including Madness and Elvis Costello, while Winstanley reportedly went out and bought records by Pixies and PJ Harvey simply to get his ears into the right universe.
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Despite the band’s best efforts to sand down their American edge, the album barely made it out of the building. Bush were signed to Trauma Records, a small label whose distribution depended on Disney’s Hollywood Records, and when Disney executive Frank G Wells, Trauma’s biggest internal supporter, died suddenly in a helicopter crash, the band’s safety net vanished overnight.
With Wells gone, Hollywood Records deemed the album unacceptable, telling the band it had “no singles” and “no album tracks”, so with their distribution gone just months before release, the band returned to scraping by at their day jobs in London. And then a tiny, accidental miracle happened.
Rob Kahane, Trauma’s founder, mailed an advance copy of the album to a friend at KROQ in Los Angeles, where DJ Jed the Fish picked out ‘Everything Zen’ as his ‘Catch of the Day’ segment. The phone lines lit up, and before long, the song was getting 12 spins a day. KROQ soon added ‘Little Things’ to its rotation too, and suddenly Bush had a foothold in America without even having a release date for the album.
That unexpected burst of radio momentum forced the industry’s hand, and by the end of 1994, Jimmy Iovine and Ted Field of Interscope Records had swooped in, picked up the album and finally given it a proper release. The record Hollywood had dismissed as singleless would go on to produce five huge hits, climbing from number 187 on the album charts in early 1995 to the top five, refusing to budge once it got there.
This success only seemed to harden British critics’ resolve to dislike them. In 1996, Rolling Stone slapped Bush with the “Nirvana wannabes” tag, with writer Matt Diehl calling them “the most successful and shameless mimics of Nirvana’s music”.
But as time marched on, even Rolling Stone softened its stance, quietly slipping Sixteen Stone into its 2014 list of 1994: The 40 Best Records From Mainstream Alternative’s Greatest Year, a small nod to the fact that, imitation or not, Bush were a part of the decade’s musical fabric.
