When Sixteen Stone came out eight months after grunge died in Kurt Cobain's greenhouse, Bush was written off as a Nirvana knockoff, poseurs, pretty boys and Neanderthals.

Ruby, the 4-year-old music director of the family, has demanded that this song be played with the "a lot" button (repeat) engaged on the car stereo on the way to and from pretty much everywhere for the last few months.

Think Syd Barrett minus the insanity, or Brian Eno without the better-paying pop-music day gigs.

Misnomer or not, it was perhaps inevitable that a group that plays this fast and loose with both jazz and rock conventions should prove unable to sustain any single identity for very long.