
Funny how a hit show, film, or viral moment can revive a song buried deep in the archives and reintroduce it to an entirely new generation. Okay, that might sound a little dramatic—but in the best way possible. Because when it works, it’s like time travel through sound.
Case in point: Kate Bush’s Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God). Originally released in 1985, it was already a masterclass in ethereal synth-pop. But it wasn’t until Stranger Things Season 4 brought it back into the mainstream spotlight that the song truly went nuclear again. Suddenly, a new wave of listeners was discovering the haunting beauty of Bush’s voice—and streaming the hell out of it.
But here’s the twist: my first encounter with this track wasn’t through Stranger Things at all. It was 2018, and I was working retail—one of those long shifts where the store playlist becomes the soundtrack to your existential spiral. And then it hit me: a song so arresting it made me stop mid-stockroom shuffle. It was a cover, pulsing with futuristic synths and raw, electric energy. I asked around—no one knew the name. So, in a very un-1985 move, I Shazam’d it. The title? Running Up That Hill. The artist? Meg Myers.
Naturally, I went down the rabbit hole. And when I finally heard the original Kate Bush version? Game over. Instant obsession.
Kate’s version is otherworldly—a slow-burning, dreamlike dive into longing, sacrifice, and what it means to truly understand someone. It’s cinematic in the quietest way, driven by that iconic Fairlight synth and her ghostly vocal delivery. Meanwhile, Meg Myers’ take turns the dial up to eleven. It’s edgier, with a rock-tinged intensity that makes the song feel like it’s been dropped into a dystopian dancefloor. Same emotional weight—just dressed in sharper, darker armor.
Both versions are stunners. No complaints. Just two artists, across decades, tapping into something timeless.
So if you haven’t already, do yourself a favor: start with Kate Bush’s original, then follow it up with Meg Myers’ cover. And maybe thank Stranger Things for the reminder that great songs never really die—they just wait for the right moment to rise again.