MEDÚLLA (2004)

medulla

Artist: Björk

Label: One Little Indian
Producer: Björk, Mark Bell
Cover art: M/M Paris (design), Inez and Vinoodh (photography)
Length: 45:40

‘DID OUR LANGUAGE commence with singing?’ Charles Darwin asked in his collected notebooks from 1836-1841. ‘Is this the origin of our pleasure in music?’ While cognitive psychologists, neurologists, anthropologists, and even animal psychologists are still asking this question, there is no doubt that singing is one of humanity’s oldest activities. On Medúlla, Björk taps into the elemental power of the voice to say something about what it means to be human.

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BJÖRK

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I have this utopian view that the common person – like your gran, or the guy who works in the sandwich shop – actually wants an adventure, to hear something they’ve never heard before. I might seem leftfield, but I’m really not trying to be weird, you know.

Björk, Daily Telegraph, 2005

Born: 1965, Reykjavík, Iceland

Featured album: Medúlla (2004)

SO YOU WANT to be an art-pop genius? Well, it helps if you were born a child prodigy – just ask Captain Beefheart, Diamanda Galás and Nina Hagen. But with the exception of maybe Kate Bush, few gifted youngsters who’ve grown up to traverse music’s outer limits have attained the sort of mainstream recognition Björk has. Maybe that’s because she’s as earthly as she is otherworldly, as attuned to pop as she is to the avant-garde.

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MR. BUNGLE

Mr Bungle

The main thing we see when we look into an audience is people laughing at us. It’s perfect…. They just have this look on their faces like they’re watching a cartoon or something.

Trevor Dunn, Sounds interview, 1991

Formed: 1985, California, USA

Featured album: Disco Volante (1995)

LIKE MANY PEOPLE of my age who grew up with Faith No More’s adventurous alt-metal in the nineties, I eventually discovered their singer Mike Patton’s ‘other’ band and promptly had my quaint ideas about music exploded forever. Mr. Bungle gave new meaning to words like ‘eclectic,’ ‘alternative’ and ‘extreme,’ irrevocably corrupting my mind and opening my unsuspecting ears to a new dimension of musical possibilities.

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