Sadly, the melody is lifeless and predictable, and song's chorus, bad enough the first time around, is beaten into oblivion. And lives that were over before they were spent. Fortunately, Selmasongs ' closer saves the record at the last minute with what is easily one of Bj rk's best works thus far. As the song builds, the beat floats to the surface until it becomes practically crystalline. Sunlight unfolds in my hair.
Strings scream while the horns climax to a victorious crescendo.
Then, without warning, the drums theatrically give out and the song calms to a satiated hum. So, the record definitely has its great moments. The problem is, there are only two of them. But ultimately, it's the songs that matter, and these ones, for the most part, fail to live up to Bj rk's past offerings. Artists are notorious for tossing off uninspired fluff when Hollywood calls.