MEDÚLLA

By the turn of the 00's, Medulla was Bjork's second last "project", but definitely her most difficult to date, the atrocious and unlistenable Medulla, which had intrigued enough to actually rent it from the library a few weeks after its release. Indeed, I'd pretty well had given up following the little Icelandic elf with the microphone, for her early and mid-00's albums left me rather cold. Actually what induced me to listen to it was partly the intriguing artwork of some gooey, gory, slimy, hairy, gunky toxic wasted forming the album's title, spread all over her (normally cute) bust.

Don't listen or read what some members of this site this album being the best reason for our Icelandic queen to be featured on our beloved Progarchives, but this crappy piece of junk is best avoided at all costs. Yes in some ways Medulla is experimental, but so is my farting in a nuclear reactor, whether filled of empty. Indeed the crap pouring out your speaker sounds like one of those reactors malfunctioning and spewing these oily black hairballs on the artwork into your face, ears and brains, thus making you sick and mentally unstable if you actually claim to listen to it in its entirety or even more than sampling here and there some of the "songs" (staying polite here). Sometimes completely muffled - well the microphones' protections were obviously littered and covered by that black gooey pap, so obviously it couldn't have been otherwise but muffled and choked up ? both vocally and musically. Obviously some like the "experimental" sound of this album, and indeed it is experimental?. But to call it progressive or even worse to call it anything remotely close to "prog" is not only irresponsible, but completely misleading, thanks so the hidden agendas of some.

The problem is that it's not just one or two songs on this album that are unlistenable, it's the whole thing and all of the songs are to be thrown in the same muffled sonic bag, not one standing out of that sludgy mess. It really sounds like Bjork's managers and lawyers should've sued the dealer who sold Gudrunsdottir that really bad acid trip for permanent brain damage (her next album is again a piece of junk) and financial wastage into this album's making. You'll find that this album's most obvious highlights are the silence spaces between the "songs" and when your CD deck spits out this indigestible piece of junk, as if it was some kind of poisonous pap.

Avoid at all cost, really!!!