Björk
Greatest Hits
[Elektra; 2002]
Rating: 9.2
Many regard Björk's enduring past as evidence of genius at work, but in a Lutheran city with a population
of 110,000 and no internal music industry to speak of, it's considerably easier to make waves in Reykjavik
than in, say, New York City. Add to this a UK music press obsessed with novelty in the post-punk era, and
you've got a microwave recipe for compartmentalization via xenophile adoration. Or, Enter The Pixie.
Björk was inextricably linked to that somewhat belittling moniker for more than a decade, treated as a
misfit toy, adored for her wardrobe, demeanor and delivery, rather than the gripping lyrics and revolutionary
music she composed. Composed, I should add, with a little help from her friends: as much as critics fawned
over Björk, fellow musicians descended like praise harpies once she left The Sugarcubes, eager to prop up
their own careers through her arresting beauty and shattering voice.
Few artists enjoy the kind of universal acclaim Björk has basked in since the beginning of her solo career.
The press fawned over Björk's cutting edge productions, but most focused on her unique pipes; as her success
exposed-- or, some would argue, created-- other Icelandic acts (Sigur Rós, Múm), her voice became increasingly
familiar, a recognizable product of her environment. The result: the rest of the world has been immunized to
the Icelandic cadence, and Björk is no longer supernatural. Though it's mostly in contrast to her defining
Homogenic that her last full-length, Vespertine, shouldered a somewhat lukewarm reception, at
last, we were able to focus on the music, which by its release in 2001, Björk had been ignoring for too long.
To lift a quote regarding her latest single "It's in Our Hands" (included on Greatest Hits): "It was
nice to do a full-blooded song after doing a whole album that didn't have any blood in it."
She may not have had the blood to give: after Homogenic, Björk dove headfirst into distraction,
starring in the critically lauded film Dancer in the Dark, for which she won Best Actress at the
Cannes Film Festival (unbelievably, she was booed by much of the audience). The soundtrack, composed by
committee, was a forgettable showtune restaging of Homogenic, largely ignored by critics and fans
(though the latter class certainly embraced its opening and closing tracks). She had always played
coat-hanger to chic designers, but took it to a whole new level at the Oscars, donning that infamously
absurd, headline-grabbing swan dress to launch Vespertine in a questionable appropriation of her
celebrity. She wears the dress on the album cover, but it wasn't shot until weeks after the ceremony.
Given her untarnished history of independence, it's safe to assume the album's swan motif was determined
well in advance of Marjan Pejoski's quack gown, but it's a load of nonsense Björk would rather put behind
her. It's a perfect time to review the reason she has access to global media channels: her music.
An absolute tidal wave of Björk releases hit shelves this year: four concert DVDs, two singles (on CD and
DVD), a book, a second compendium of her videos (Volumen 2), the endlessly delayed rarities box set
Family Tree (featuring a pair of tracks from her days in the excellent new-wave punk band Kukl, who
would evolve into The Sugarcubes), and this single-disc Greatest Hits, whose tracklist was determined
by fans (Family Tree includes a hits disc of Björk's choosing). Oddly, it's the fans' disc that
offers the best look back, stocked with both her catchiest and most dramatic work.
Björk's website offers voluminous, detailed and extremely juicy histories of each song on Greatest Hits.
Discussing them here may well be pointless in lieu of all that data, and anyway, with a Greatest Hits
package, it's the album itself that needs to serve a valuable purpose. We already know all the songs. The
only questions here are why would fans buy it, and is it a worthwhile summary of her career?
Like many radio-friendly solo artists, Björk's albums house a modicum of filler. Hers less than most, but
only a handful of great songs didn't make the cut for Greatest Hits. Of the singles she's released,
only "Violently Happy", "It's Oh So Quiet" and "I Miss You" aren't included. A few stellar long-players
like "Headphones" and "The Anchor Song" also fall by the wayside, but it may be worth whatever sacrifice
for the bubbling keyboards and clicks behind her latest single "It's in Our Hands", and "Play Dead", a
bellowing, early attempt at orchestra-backed pop written with Jah Wobble in 1993 (for a forgettable British
gangster film).
With music as unique, affirming and joyous as Björk's, exploration is almost unnecessary; though some dares
have worked wonders (see Funkstörung's genius remix of "All Is Full of Love"), in the end, many of her
drawn-out album tracks aren't bad as much as comparatively boring. With so many glorious singles to her
credit, the remainder of her catalog plays increasingly as afterthought: a Greatest Hits package has
rarely made this much sense, and though a few classics are left out, there isn't much more to Björk than
this.
-Chris Ott, November 27th, 2002