state of emergency.

I have been going crazy over Bjork's Homogenic. In fact, just Bjork crazy. Growing up, I only owned Vespertine and I used to listen to it over and over when I was 14. It used to transport me to a wonderland covered in fluffy snow, like marshmallows, ice figurines that depicted women alongside animal companions and left a cold, frosty feeling in my mouth as though a snowflake had just landed on my extended tongue. This was the album of my chilldhood - it transported me back to my own home, Polska. Now I know that Bjork used the natural sounds of ice cracking in 'Frosti' and treaded snow in 'Aurora'. And I think that that it is delicious! Nature is full of music and I just adore itt when artists take advantage of this earthly instrumentation. I only downloaded the whole version of Homogenic just this week and it leaves me feeling almost nostalgic. This is supposedly an album that is dedicated to Bjork's home, Iceland. She utilises Icelandic folk tunes and the Old Icelandic choir mode of singing - half singing, half speaking (like Sprechstimme, though perhaps not so funny). It leaves me feeling the same way that 'Ma Vlast' does. Longing. For something. For something that's no longer here.

For humour's sake, here is Schoenberg