’60 Songs That Explain the ’90s’: How Bjrk Became a Genre Unto Herself – The Ringer

Grunge. Wu-Tang Clan. Radiohead. Wonderwall. The music of the 90s was as exciting as it was diverse. But what does it say about the eraand why does it still matter? On our new show, 60 Songs That Explain the 90s, Ringer music writer and 90s survivor Rob Harvilla embarks on a quest to answer those questions, one track at a time. Follow and listen for free exclusively on Spotify. Below is an excerpt from Episode 25, which explores Bjrks Hyperballad with help from Rumaan Alam.

Bjrk Guomundsdttir was born in Reykjavk, Iceland, in 1965. Technically she recorded her first album as an 11-year-old; she sings the Beatles The Fool on the Hill in Icelandic. A decade or so later, she joined the Sugarcubes, Icelands premiere art-rock band. They sounded like Twilight Zone Roxette. The first and best Sugarcubes record, Lifes Too Goodits got Motorcrash on itcame out in 1988, the year they played Saturday Night Live. Matthew Broderick was the host.

The Sugarcubes put out two more records and had a beguiling junk-drawer chemistry to them, but anytime Bjrks voice pulled into anything past second gear, it was obvious where she was headedor, lets say it was obvious that only she knew where she was headed. And thus, in 1993, did her real first solo album arrive. She called it Debut. In her first music video as a solo artist, for her first single, Human Behavior, she is eaten by a bear. Beavis and Butt-head reacted accordingly.

High praise.

A quick word on genre, if I may. On the show, Im gonna talk about a bunch of other artists whose Venn diagrams overlapped with Bjrks, starting here in the early 90s, in terms of vibe, in terms of fearless experimentation, in terms of a cutting-edge collision of the organic and the synthetic, in terms of a mellow but slippery ominousness. All of that sounds vague, I realize, but can we agree that trip-hop is the dumbest name for a musical genre that emerged in the 1990s? Can you imagine yourself saying the words trip-hop to the face of an artist you associate with trip-hop? Not even Bjrk can redeem the words trip-hop. Debut has some legit house-music jams, some bangers. One of which is called Violently Happy. Its got avant-garde jazz. Its got 23rd-century synth pop. Its got a harp ballad called Like Someone in Love that makes it sound like nobody had ever written about being in love before. Sometimes the things I do astound me.

Debuts genre, if you gotta assign a genre to it, is Bjrk. Bjrk makes Bjrk music. Theres a needle to thread here though, as her star ascends in 1993, and as we gird ourselves for the decades of Bjrk excellence and flamboyance to come. A quick summary of the last 25, 30 years of Bjrk. The truly extraordinary run of mind-bending music videos. Bachelorette especially, shout-out Michele Gondry. The increasingly avant-garde album covers. Utopia especially. The titanic avant-pop influence of the albums themselves, Post and 1997s Homeogenic especially. The Timbaland album. The beatboxing album. The phone-app album. The starring role in Dancer in the Dark. (Terrible movie. Terrible movie. That movie does Bjrk dirty in every conceivable respect. Do not talk to me about Dancer in the Dark.) The Oscars swan dress. The coffee-table book. The other book. The other other book. Like 400 box sets and compilations and so forth. Lotta box sets. The MOMA exhibit nobody liked. The multimedia magical-realist universe that revolves around her. The needle to thread here, the challenge to accept here, is to marvel at the inimitable Bjrk-ness of Bjrk without infantilizing her or merely caricaturing her. Theres a tendency to reduce her to a woodland-fairy-type late-night-comedy routine. Remember when Winona Ryder did a Bjrk impression on Saturday Night Live, in a Celebrity Jeopardy! skit, in 2002? Thats the exact moment the 90s truly ended, just FYI.

You gotta hold in your head two conflicting ideas here: Bjrk is not of this earth, and yet Bjrk is very much of this earth. Very few people in history are more of this earth than she is. Takes a while to wrap your head around this. I lived in Bjrks neighborhood, in Brooklyn, for many years, but I never wouldve put it that way at the time: I wouldve insisted that Bjrk lived on the moon, or on the rings of Saturn. But this does her a disservice; this denies her humanity. This is a fundamental misunderstanding of her art. Theres a difference between respecting her as an outlandish visionary and dismissing her as some sort of baffling space alien. Thats the needle to thread. As a generator of madcap ideas and highfalutin concepts, shes superhuman, but as a singer of songs, as a fount of emotions, she is profoundly human. She sings the words Im a fountain of blood because thats literally what she is. A fountain of blood is literally what you are, while were at it. No one delivers words quite the same way Bjrk delivers words, but the intent, the sentiment of those words, quite often, couldnt be plainer. This is the miracle of Bjrk, but shes not a miracle. Shes just a girl, vamping in the showroom of a tire store, spinning amidst a sea of twirling umbrellas, dancing with a mailbox, and ascending on a crane until shes dominating the frame of Spike Jonzes camera with her finger to her lips, standing in front of you, asking you to love her.

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