.......................................................... . Vespertine .
From the opening song's first note to the lingering strain of the last this album reminds me of
winter. Not frigid air but warm woolly mittens; not storm and hail but the gentle fall of snow one
early morning, myself safely tucked behind a window. Its silent blanket, its frank wind tossing
flakes or rap-rap-rapping against the pane. Quiet. Mysterious. Living under flesh; slipping into
bones -- Bjork's Vespertine sings like this to me. It is her quietest album but one of her best; it
solidified me as a fan. Click on the album title located under the picture to hear the album in its
entirety.
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