That the album avoids bloated overindulgence is miraculous. Surprisingly, though, its only weak spot is an element of restrictive simplicity. Björk’s lyrics and sonic architecture almost align in a titanic vision for “Biophilia,” but the album’s stylistically constrained instrumental strategy stunts that conceptual richness.
The album marries an even, computerized feel with genres as disparate as disco’s flair and Spaghetti Western scores. Their breadth makes for a fresh and offbeat production, but consistent elements in their songwriting keep the album from feeling like an unfocused jumble.
Lovely D. Nicolas stomps and dances across the Lowell Lecture Hall stage as her mother, Elizabeth A. McAlister, speaks at the podium. Nicolas, with swinging hips and jerking shoulders, is giving her mother’s words powerful bodily life.