For the first time in ages, Bjork has been forced to land both physically and artistically in a rugged but familiar land: the home. Feet on the floor—or better: In—the land means for the Icelandic icon as much as the bass clarinet, dreamy thoughts about motherhood, and jazzy tones.
Since the start of her solo career, in 1993, Bjork Gudmundsdottir has kept her album titles short and to the point. since then Medola Since 2004, they have always had a connotation or a harmonious Greek/Latin background that should cover the burden. after, after Volta (2007), biophilia (2011), Fulnicura (2015) and The virtuous city (2017) here now the pit, a perversion of the Latin word meaning digger, digger. Freely translated, according to the Icelandic herself on Instagram, “She who digs.”
Like billions of others, Björk has taken root over the years. “Every album starts with a feeling that I try to turn into a sound,” she says. “This time, it was this feeling of coming down to the ground and digging my feet into the ground.” And of course the clock at home in Björk is not ticking anywhere.
Mrs. Gudmundsdottir has spent much of the pandemic in her secluded log cabin about a 40-minute drive from central Reykjavik. Not in complete isolation, but surrounded by a wide bubble of staff, friends and family. They went for walks, sat around the campfire, drank wine, and had long conversations, but every now and then there was also a big game of partying, having a good time. Björk’s favorite soundtrack for closing parties – she calls it ‘domestic rave’ – was gabber, the hard-core techno alternative that popularized in the Netherlands in the early 1990s. And no, this is not Björk’s “Jaber Album”. But try not to scare yourself from a hyperactive monkey when opening the path Autobus You are first with beats at 175 bpm. While the hexagonal clarinet twists and turns in abstract curves. naturally. Also in the title track and harmony breathe New York R&B tenor Serpentwithfeet fungi city The speed is greatly increased by Gabber Modus Operandi, a group of Indonesian producers who transcribe Balinese folk sounds like gamelan with the hustle and beat of a steamy machine. “Like a dinosaur that got hit in the stomach,” was the way Björk explained to the duo what sound they were looking for. Something different than “shredding”.
the pit Thus it has its violent climax, but above all it is an album that occurs in the regions of lower, quieter and even underground vibrations. It’s a mushroom album: “Fosora / Its nerves spread like wings / At the speed of fungi / Into the atmosphere / Spores are everywhere.” A dreamland of innate fungi and strings, the tone is determined musically primarily by the recording of a six-bass clarinet, but also by the strings and choral vocals. In terms of content, topics such as grandparents, life cycle, motherhood, and incorporation all dominate. It was only performed with female voices Sorry soil It was written as a eulogy for her mother Hildor Rina, who passed away in 2018. Also oriental dye Loans It is a poem about the mother’s family. “She has a special sense of rhythm”Bjork said, as the drum machine rips cracks under her feet. “She invents words and adds syllables.” Something about the apple and the tree.
The house is the rooms of the heart is matriarchal architecture. see hypothesis her mother’s housea soft rustic sonata who was allowed to hold the pen, and was also allowed to sing along with it. Allow He introduces dazzling guest vocals to Norwegian singer Emily Nicholas while he performs the flute on Björk’s previous album The virtuous city (2017) Drenched in pink clouds it comes blowing again and spinning gracefully in circles. Did Bjork gain massive love? At least that’s what free fall It is suggested, and not just by violins. Although of course only Björk can think of a love song in which the rules flutter ‘If we merge / have mercy / light up the Persian North Pole’ to prevent.
Whoever digs in the volcanic north exposes himself to ice and fire. In troubled times, Bjork went to explore the depths of her extreme habitat. Her long tenth player is one of rage and emptiness, but also of deep instincts and transparent contemplation. Cross-section of a house sparrow with a diaphragm. Supposedly, it’s her club album for those who stay home, her clarinet album, her mom’s album, or her mycelium album. It is simply her Icelandic album. Had to get it at some point.