Björk released her last album, Volta, almost a year ago, but it’s taken the Icelandic mistress of mysterious pop till now to come to London to promote it. It was worth the wait.
Björk released her last album, Volta, almost a year ago, but it’s taken the Icelandic mistress of mysterious pop till now to come to London to promote it. It was worth the wait.
Last night the stage was decked out like a rave take on the crusades: vibrant flags and standards with UV light and lasers. And when Björk belts out emotionally charged hits like Jóga and Hyperballad, grown men wobble.
During the aggressive beat attack of Army Of Me and Earth Intruders she’s a mischievous lightning bolt garbed as Trinidadian wedding guest.
Anthemic finale Declare Independence was so thunderingly effective I was ready to rip off my vestments and join the race for mayor.
Added treats included virtuoso musician Toumani Diabaté with his 21 stringed Kora, and special guest Antony (without the Johnsons) who sidled awkwardly onstage for stirring duet Dull Flame Of Desire.
To dismiss Björk as a mad pixie is to undermine her remarkable talent.
The 42 year old remains a peerless recording artist and performer who conveys more with the shake of an elaborately draped shoulder than anyone.
Astonishing.
Björk at the Hammersmith Apollo - Monday 14 April - Review by Malcolm Mackenzie - 5 stars
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