I’ve been trying all day to figure out what this album reminds me of. Neutral Milk Hotel sounds nothing like her but my reaction has been the same: listen to the album, blabber about it to people, repeat. The best I’ve come up with is: this is what Björk would aspire to now if she hadn’t lost everything north of her Medulla oblongata.
West African yodel ukulele? Freak folk? Bizarre quasi-rap? Beatific morning melody? It’s there, it’s all there and beautiful. If you’ve heard hype, forget it. If you knew that this album was recorded only on a digital recorder and mixed with Audacity (?!?!), erase that memory. Or don’t. Press play and this album will eat your brains regardless: just ask Björk.