Bjork could be rolling in ungodly piles of money just jiggling to formula bubblegum pop; her hotness is impossible to ignore and her vocal range is supernatural. But instead of settling, the empress of Iceland dares to be an rock’n’roll auteur, a colleague of Byrne not Beyonce. A cappella album? She’s done it. Jazz? Here it is:
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