Review Summary: Perfection.
By itself, music is a compilation of sounds, a smorgasbord of creative ideas that we deem as having meaning due to the construct we put it under; what is life but what we make it, after all. Bjork is a rare artist that dares to break our pre-conceived, self-fabricated notions of what music is, reaching into our self-made realities with grace and purpose - that is why her music, for outsiders looking in, appears bizarre. She dares to colour outside of the lines, to call a cloud a painting, to simply be what her songwriting demands. Genres be damned, Bjork makes music, with an ever-shifting assortment of instruments and styles - a creative vigour, a zest for life and music - that none have duplicated.
Debut features Bjork in her most raw form, an uncategorized animal in its natural location - untamed. It’s an undeniably poppy album, mixed with genres from almost every era and walk of life; listening to her music almost feels as though walking through some dimension: a massive library of historical paintings on the wall that can transport you to that point in time if one believes in its magic. If it’s catchy music you’re after, Bjork holds the keys, but there is so much buried behind the glitz, there is a person, and artistry of evocative emotion. It is music to feel, to completely absorb and wrap ourselves in like a blanket and a warm mug of cocoa; it is a barrier of warmth to protect us, reminding ourselves of early cuddles with our mother. There can never be, and never will be another artist like Bjork.
