Never one to do things timidly, with
Vulnicura Björk delivers a breakup album that isn't just sad -- it throws listeners into the total devastation of heartbreak. Starting with the album cover's wound/vulva imagery, she explores the tightly linked emotional and physical pain the end of a relationship brings with an intensity that has been missing from her music for too long. As expertly as she wedded feelings and concepts on
Medúlla,
Volta, and especially
Biophilia, hearing her sing directly about her emotions is a galvanizing reminder of just how good she is at it. For the first time in a long time, the conceptual framework of a
Björk album feels like it's in service of feelings she must express, and as she traces the before, during, and after of a breakup, she links
Vulnicura to the most emotionally bare parts of her discography. The clearest connection is to
Homogenic's electro-orchestral drama, which she updates on "Stonemilker." The way
Björk sings "emotional needs" echoes "Joga"'s "emotional landscapes" and prepares listeners for the state of emergency that makes up the rest of the album. On "History of Touches," she inverts the hushed intimacy of
Vespertine (the album that celebrated the beginning of her relationship with artist
Matthew Barney, just as this one chronicles its end) with choppy synth-strings that convey the fractured sensuality of being physically close and emotionally worlds apart. However,
Vulnicura's songs are often longer and more deconstructed than either of those albums, and the involvement of co-producers
Arca and
Haxan Cloak (who also handled most of the mixing) ensures that this is some of
Björk's darkest music. "Lionsong" brilliantly captures the nauseating anxiety of an uncertain relationship, its warped harmonies and teetering strings evoking a high-stakes game of "he loves me, he loves me not." Even though
Björk crawls out of the abyss on the album's final third, which culminates with the relatively hopeful "Quicksand,"
Vulnicura's agonizing middle section is its crowning achievement and crucible. The ten-minute "Black Lake" allows
Björk the space to let everything unravel, and as the strings drone and the beats tower and tumble, her unvarnished lyrics ("You have nothing to give/Your heart is hollow") perfectly distill the moments of purging and clarity that eventually point the way out of heartache. Here and on "Family," where
Haxan Cloak's claustrophobic production makes
Björk's anguish (the way she sings "sorrow" contains multitudes) all the more wrenching, the purity of her expression is both highly personal and universal.
Vulnicura honors her pain and the necessary path through and away from loss with some of her bravest, most challenging, and most engaging music. ~ Heather Phares