Kind of indifferent to this one here. Bjork seems so sweet and likable and has an impressive voice, and I could listen to “Army of Me” on repeat. But whenever I’ve delved into the albums, I kind of find myself admittedly looking for a chorus that repeats itself just once so that I can feel better about being able to tell one song from the next. But it never happens! Things are pretty and pretty weird and I just know that if she lets me in we’ll be friends! (Annnd she just locked the door in my face.) As is, the music sort of just washes over me and keeps me at a distance. I give Von Trier credit; it for sure feels like Bjork’s in her own musical at times. That was a good call to take her and put that in a movie. But if I were directing this album, there’d be more payoff to go with all the set up. That said, “History of Touches,” “Quicksand” and “Stonemilker” were all interesting. Hell, it’s all interesting. I just wish it were more than that.