Folks, I’ve watched a ton of movies over the past week. Some wonderful, funny, dramatic movies. But, that’s not what I want to talk about today. Tomorrow maybe, but today I want to tell ya’ll about the most resplendent sounding album I’ve come across in many years.
Bjork’s Vespertine took me back nearly 15 years when I would sit in front of my parents turntable and methodically go through their old LPs; discovering one magical experience after another. Much like my first exposure to The Beatles or Pink Floyd, Bjork filled me with the kind of awe people my age rarely experience. Trust me, it is a gift.
From the very beginning of this album, Bjork entrances you with her hauntingly beautiful voice that at times barely strains beyond a whisper. Who knew a whisper could contain such emotion? When she softly repeats “I Love Him, I Love Him, I Love Him…” on track five, by God, the listener believes it.
Bjork’s flawless lyrics are backed up by intricate samples, reminding me at times of Portishead , and accompanied by simple yet memorable beats. Though I own no other Bjork albums (a problem I plan to remedy soon), I’m sure this is her best.
Do yourself a favor. Make haste to your local music store and purchase this album.
