The first Icelandic international success. No wonder: they took the gloomy yet highly successful post-punk template and incorporated pop playfulness as a counterbalance. It results in a kinda arty, kinda joyous, kinda surrealist album. Most importantly, there's Bjork. Whether she grunts or sings the purest lullabies, she's a delight to listen to. The dude, not so much, and it's a shame he sings so much -this last sentence basically is KILL's soundoff if it was polite.
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