
Listening to Bjork always make me regret one thing - that I don't have any state of the art sound system. The closest that I have to having a state of the art sound system is two small Labtec speakers, connected to a Labtec subwoofer, and connected to the on-board VIA Technologies multimedia audio controller to my PC. And there's the MP3, which I have to tune a bit using some kind of
replay gain trickery. Even the speakers do not work properly. A 1 milimeter shift in the position of the speaker cables, which are lying on the floor, can cause either the left or the right speaker to stop working. Hence, I dare not move them round about, and the speakers are glued to the table, and the cables has been in the same exact position on the floor, and dusting them is not an option.
So back to Bjork, and how she always me feel half a man lesser. I first heard her voice and music years ago at the house of a friend (he was a DJ, music producer, and owns something to close than 10,000 records). Bjork was playing, I can't remember the song, and he had this nice sound system with whatever canggih amplifiers and whatnot that was available those days. And he was an engineering student majoring in acoustics, which basically means that he took sound seriously. And Bjork blew me away. Literally. Her voice was so crisp, and the bass was awesome. She was, in short, fascinating.
And so it is with Medulla, her fifth and most musically adventureous album so far. Medulla is just Bjork, bare naked and all. Medulla is like Bjork unplugged. It's like this: imagine a football stadium full of spectators during the a football match. It was loud, what with the fan cheering and all. Then, imagine the stadium empty, on a sunny spring afternoon. You could, if you would, almost hear the roar of the fans. And that is weird, cause there's not a single soul in the stadium. And that is what Medulla is all about - just Bjork and her essence.
Ironically, however, Bjork has several outside talents helping to make her Medulla. The Root's Rahzel lends his vocal talents, the Japanese beat-box master Dokaka, and Mike Patton (of Faith No More), London Choir, Icelandic Choir, and Robert Wyatt, among others. Interspersed with the vocals are just more layered sounds, but not just any sound, but the sound of grunts, yawns, burps, moans, breathes, whispers, snores, whines, etc. It's just kinda weird, these sounds.
But one thing remains the same: Bjork is as unintelligible as in her previous album. One wonders why she was chosen to sing for the Olympic games opening ceremony. She's still kinda weird, and it's difficult to understand her 'art', if there's any.
All in all, Medulla is an outstanding record.
Listening to: Ben Folds Five - One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces