De data aceasta ma voi adresa in English (mai ales ca doua nepotele de-ale mele vor invata sa citeasca si in alte limbi decat cea materna si vesnic plictisitoare cultural, nu-i asa mamicilor?) Ok, hai sa vedem de unde a plecat 'nebuna' asta frumoasa de Bjork - o jderoaica ceva mai a dracului decat splandida mea pisica Tippi!
Debut outing from Bjork and her Icelandic buddies, it's
wild, tattered, unkempt, vivacious, free-spirited, often better-in-concept and
sometimes best heard with ears squinted. The bogus moments are the ones where
someone but Bjork is singing, the bloke vocalist and trumpet man really stinks
out the joint like a fart through an airhorn. The songs can also border on
glum, dingy and completely irritating. 3rd track Birthday is where it really
takes flight. The band hit a sweet spot and Bjork's vocal cords contort like a
trapezing sensuality ostrich in overdrive. It's like a beautiful, compact
visage of the rest of her future solo career. There are good moments throughout
despite the hurriedly spun, mangy nature of most of it. Final track In Rhythm
and Sorrow is some screamy rockabilly that doesn't quite live up to it's title.
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