It’s a long time since I last heard BJORK weave her odd and entrancing vocal magic – I was more interested in the inflatable happy SUGARCUBES as they cartooned themselves to distraction than charting the gifted singer’s move towards the commercial mainstream.
At least this sounds as manufactured as it is, with that stunning voice re-sampled and processed into the blueprint for this knocking great sonic slice of dayglo disco. The actual lyrics are mock-surreal and pretentious. Clumsy artificial samples feed the fragmented machine-driven pulse as it tries every trick in the book to pull you in, never settling.
But it never got me – (or I never got it?). The record fades out with a stutter despite the huge orchestrated feel that it aims for, and ultimately falls way short of.
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