I’ll admit that my love of Björk has more to do with her sexiness, style, and screen presence than her music, which I admire, but don’t particularly enjoy—the swan dress, having only one name, marrying Matthew Barney, her heartbreaking turn in Lars Von Trier’s Dancer in the Dark, those great Michel Gondry and Spike Jonze-directed videos. I’ve tried many times to get into Björk’s music, and while I think she has a powerful and dynamic voice, I usually find the arrangements of her songs too new-agey, like I’m in some ultra-serious yoga class trying to bend unnaturally and suppress an erection as others search for universal peace. I’m not a huge Antony and the Johnsons fan, either—the whole cello and warbly-voice thing is a bit twee for my tastes. That said, I really like this new Antony and the Johnsons and Björk track that Antony posted this morning on his tumbler.
The song revolves around Björk singing in made-up Icelandic gibberish over a minimal piano line, while Antony hums in the background. It’s a beautiful song, and manages to encompass all I like about both artists while dampening down the things that annoy me. Look for a conversation between the two friends about recording Flétta in Jamaica, Icelandic politics, and fame in the October issue of BlackBook.