![]() ![]() ![]() Despite the henceforth exhaustion, her command is merely another testament to Björk’s virtuosity-her music is not meant for easy listening, but rather for experiencing, and as with all experiences, there is a winding road to be taken, not just two static starting and ending points. As with most of the Icelandic artist’s work, her ninth studio album demands the undivided attention of the listener as it aurally probes through all aspects of its themes. Though the former is arguably her most tangibly “human” album, portraying Björk’s most candid and intimate exposé of heartbreak to date, UTOPIA follows suit as its polar opposite emotionally. If 2015’s VULNICURA was an album made from the deepest, darkest black hole in the cosmos, UTOPIA is the ecstatic, protozoan return to pre-industrial life on earth. What would she sound like if she came back to earth? Whatever it is she’s making music about-nature, science, love, sex, emotions, politics-it is pulled straight from her marrow and, like the soft pucker of the lips into the supple undulation of the tongue when saying her name, blown into extraterrestrial proportions. Having started in alternative rock and house music, Björk’s contemporary work has propelled farther and farther from Earth and into star systems of her own making, where planets of trip-hop, ambient, electronica, and glitch pop orbit nearby. ![]() But no amount of accolades or artistic associations can hold her down too heavily-Björk is too forward-thinking, ever-mutating like the slippery amoeba she is. With a career spanning over 40 years, Björk’s name carries with it countless charted singles, music and video awards and nominations, and collaborations with artists ranging from producer Timbaland and experimental hip hop group Death Grips, to Canadian Inuit throat singer Tanya Tagaq and cerebral French director Michel Gondry. Lips softly pucker, the tongue flattens, the inside of the mouth concaves into a warm, rounded coo, and cuts off with a hard click against the hard palate as quickly as the word began-“Björk.” Saying it is as sensual and blunt as it is alien to a non-Scandinavian tongue, so it’s no wonder that the Icelandic singer-songwriter fits her denomination like a tight, leather glove. This article previously appeared on Crossfaderįavorite Tracks: “Arisen My Senses,” “Blissing Me,” “The Gate,” “Body Memory,” “Courtship,” “Losss,” “Saint,” “Future Forever” ![]()
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