La review es aún peor que la nota.
...Bjork’s irritating delivery, which isn’t so much singing as mannered recitation, drained of emotional inflection. This isn’t so bad during the earlier stages, when she’s “in love with being in love”, but by the time she’s lecturing the little ones about “the f-ups of the fathers” in “Tabula Rasa”, it’s simply unbearable, like being expected to enjoy being lectured about attitudes you don’t hold*.
El coño suyo. Un ofendidito.
