Man, and I thought VESPERTINE was worthless. All is forgiven, little glitchy bollocks record. If I’d known VOLTA was coming, I might not have snapped you in half and thrown you in the bin to ensure you didn’t somehow reproduce.
Actually, I would have. And I’m going to do the same with this. This is just gutless, half-blind grabby-handed cultural tourism from a woman who may not even realise she has nothing left to say. If there’s fascination in VOLTA, it’s in watching a corpse continue to twitch years after it pissed on its chips.
I so loved the Sugarcubes, and DEBUT, and HOMOGENIC, that I keep buying Bjork records unheard, on the benefit of the doubt. This is the last one. I’m all done.