And certain artists’ discographies were just meant for this kind of thing…like Björk’s of course.
In all reality, you really could choose any album, any song by the Icelandic chanteuse and float around in your head for a little while, but for me, I always come back to “Bachelorette” from 1997’s Homogenic. It devastates me every time I hear it, the artist’s heart-stricken and aching vocals encircling my soul and squeezing, the lyrical imagery burning into my brain like an old photograph, all accompanied by lush and beautiful orchestration and electronic beats. It’s an anthem of heartbreak for sure, but just so wonderfully produced as to beg for repeated, somber listens.
So I do.
And with the sound contained to my ears, the world blurring as I shut it out, I can feel the music seeping into every pore. I think I’ll stay like this for a while.
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